There are weeks where life just stacks itself. Work pulls one way, family, and friends pulls another, and somewhere in the middle you're supposed to show up fully present for all of it; clear-headed, emotionally available, not running on fumes and a protein shake. Some weeks that works. Some weeks you're just moving between rooms, between roles, trying not to drop anything.
I've been in one of those stretches…
Read MoreThey said heal. I'm healing.
They said let go. I'm working on it.
But I’m still triple-checking your grammar…
Read MoreIf the third-grade teacher in the Honda Accord is the foundation, then the professor is the evolution. Someone who takes what is simple and gives it depth, who refines knowledge into wisdom. She is the kind of person who doesn’t just read the world but interprets it, who knows that the right question is often more valuable than the right answer…
Read MoreDuring a session not too long ago, my therapist, after listening to me stumble through an attempt to articulate what I value in a partner, stopped me mid-sentence.
“You need a third-grade teacher who drives a Honda Accord,” she said, dead ass…
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