Some days I do nothing. Other days, I do anything I feel. And once in a while, I do everything. But the thread through it all? I do it alone and I love it that way.
Solitude isn’t an absence for me. It’s not waiting for someone to fill the space. It’s the space I fill. With my thoughts. My pace. My rhythm. My rest. I’m not hiding from people. I’m honoring the person I’ve become…
Read MoreI used to equate distance with absence. But absence is only absence when you’re unsure. This isn’t that.
Tuesday Afternoon Sensory Input
Sight.
Her face appears pixel by pixel, slow-loading clarity from another continent. Sunlight in Senegal catches the edge of her cheekbone, and even through the screen, she glows. The image stutters, lag. Then smooths. Then laughter. The miles dissolve in a smile I’ve memorized.
Read MoreI’ve whispered it in blog posts before, few antipathies. Not quite a mantra, not quite a goal. More like a quiet way of being. It means I’m choosing not to hate what doesn’t deserve my energy. It means I’m softening, not folding. Breathing, not bracing. This summer, I’m letting that phrase stretch out and take up space. No longer turning summer into a performance review. No more trying to outrun the heat or outwork the joy. This season, I want lighter meals, lighter moods, and lighter reactions. Stillness over strategy. Ease over effort. Presence over proving.
Read MoreRaising hell on Saturday night, and praising God on Sunday morning…
There is a tension a lot of people feel but rarely articulate: the dissonance between professed belief and lived behavior, especially when it intersects with expectations around gender roles. When someone invokes God or religion to define what a man “should be” “God-fearing,” “the head,” etc. and yet lives in a way that seems contradictory or even performative, it can stir up a mix of emotions: confusion, frustration, maybe even cynicism.
Read MoreWilling. Becoming.
“Won’t” is fear dressed in reason. “Will” is clarity dressed in courage.
I’ve said “won’t” a hundred ways: Not now. Maybe later. I can’t. But when I stopped negotiating with hesitation and just moved something shifted. “Will” doesn’t require certainty. It only asks for presence…
Read MoreStill Searching. Still Whole.
Loss is a teacher. Finding is a return.
I’ve lost time. People. Versions of myself I thought I’d never live without. But loss carves space. And in that space, something always arrives. A new path. A quieter knowing. A better question…
Read MoreAligned in Offering
Taking is survival. Giving is evolution.
When I stopped asking, “What can I get from this?” and started asking, “What can I offer?” the math of my life changed. Giving didn’t drain me; it rooted me. Deepened me. Aligned me…
Read MoreGrounded & Lifting
Every stumble holds the seed of a lift.
Falling isn’t failure, it’s data. It’s direction. It’s how the ground reminds you you’re still here. Rise isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s a whisper. A toe flex. A breath…
Read MoreStrength in Motion
There’s no trick in the turn just intention.
Hate is easy. It’s reflexive, emotional shorthand for hurt, fear, confusion. But love? Love takes stamina. It’s the long route. The pause. The choice. When I feel that old heat rise, I stop and ask: what would love do here?
Read MoreI’ve been thinking about transformation. Not the kind that happens overnight, but the kind you train for. The internal reps. The mental stretches. The soul shifts.
Logical Calisthenics, something I’ve leaned on for what feels like a decade, offers a way to reflect on how transformation is showing up in my life right now…
Read MoreSometimes, the best view isn’t the sunset or the skyline it’s the quiet theater of people just being themselves.
There’s an art to people watching. It’s not just staring, it’s noticing. The small things. The way someone fidgets with their keys while waiting for coffee, staring at their phones on an elevator with limited reception, or how a couple leans closer when they laugh, like their bodies can’t help but remember they’re each other’s favorite person…
Read MoreThere’s something that happens when I walk into the gym. Not just physically but emotionally, energetically. No music yet, no reps. Just a stillness. Like I’ve entered a space that demands both effort and honesty. It’s not about punishment, not about ego. It’s about presence.
And when I’m present ( ( F U L L Y ) ) I remember that this, too, is sacred…
Read MoreWe hear a lot of questions in passing… “How are you?” “What’s up?” “Everything good?”
They roll off the tongue like greetings, not always meant to be answered. Just part of the rhythm of daily conversation, like holding the door or nodding to someone in the hallway.
But “How was your day?”…
Read MoreSometimes, all it takes is two words.
“You good?”
No frills. No punctuation gymnastics. Just a quick tap on the shoulder of someone’s life, asking if their world is still spinning okay. And more often than not, the reply is just as simple:
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Or maybe, “Not really, but I will be.”
Read MoreThere’s a kind of peace that comes from not having to explain yourself. Not because you’re avoiding anything. Not because you’ve shut down or closed off. But because the people around you already get it. You’ve built a rhythm with them intentionally or over time where your boundaries don’t need a presentation, and your choices don’t need a backstory…
Read MoreSmall talk as emotional shorthand.
When we say “Nice out today,” are we actually saying “I’m here, and I need connection”?
But I’m about to get in the shower—is such a small sentence. We say it quickly, almost out of habit especially in texts. Let me get in the shower real quick and I’ll call you after. But have you ever thought about what we’re actually saying when we say it? It’s not just about hygiene. It’s not about the water pressure or the lavender-scented soap. It’s a subtle way of saying:
Read MoreA random observation about nothing and yet, everything—grocery shopping when you’re finally buying for pleasure instead of survival.
What changes when you’re not scraping by?
It hits me in produce, this small but steady feeling that I’m no longer in survival mode. No more calculating how long I can stretch a box of oatmeal or if I can afford the fruit this week…
Read MoreThere’s a quiet choreography that happens when someone gets in your car, especially when it’s someone you care about, or someone you’re still learning.
No words need to be exchanged, and yet, something subtle unfolds. They hop into the passenger seat, and I hand over control of the music, literally. My phone stays put, and theirs gets linked via Bluetooth…
Read MoreIt’s just something we say, right?
We say it after dinners with friends, after long phone calls that stretch into the night, after first dates that leave us somewhere between hopeful and hesitant.
“Let me know you got home safe”
Read MoreIt’s not quite inside, not quite out. It’s a place where shoes come off, but not always. Where conversations trail off, not because they’re over, but because they’ve landed somewhere soft…
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