Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about presence, what we leave in people’s lives long after we’re gone from the room. Not in the big, loud, legacy-making sense, but in the quiet ways that linger.
Today’s piece is a small part of a larger conversation I’ll be sharing soon, one that invites more voices, more reflections, more truths about what remains after the noise fades…
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 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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