Few Antipathies

I’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.

So I’m starting a new theme: Few Antipathies. A series that’s less about doing and more about being. Every post will offer a moment, maybe a mood, maybe a small shift. Nothing rigid. Just reflections. Here’s what I know right now:

What I’m Saying Yes To

Unhurried mornings. Cold showers. Texts that say “no rush, just thinking of you.” Sunlight that doesn’t ask for anything back.

What I’m Unlearning

That I owe the world performance before presence. That peace has to be earned. That softness means weakness.

What’s Saving My Summer

Bike rides with no destination. Cold Pressed Juice. Music playing loud enough to remind me I have a soul.

One Frame, One Feeling

Me, barefoot in the grass, holding a cold drink and holding no grudges.

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The sky didn’t ask me to be more. It just asked me to look up.

Letting summer unfold with fewer demands, fewer definitions. Just fewer antipathies, and a whole lot more grace.

I Am