And when the thief of comparison slips in, when someone else’s perception tries to overwrite my own lived truth, it disrupts the small glimmers of joy I’ve earned. Confidence wavers. Sentience blurs. Navigating that monster — and the smaller monsters orbiting it — carries a cost I still don’t...
The Moment I Didn’t Want to Have (Temperance) The moment that stopped me wasn’t dramatic. It was my 10‑year‑old asking, “Can you get me a drink?” A simple request. A normal one. The kind a kid her age should feel
Ep. 870 – Don’t Mail it in – C26 Podcast Crushing Iron Triathlon (Podcast sourced here) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nRJdDUZZvM Mind Over Marathon: Finish Strong This “C26 Triathlon” podcast provides a discussion between two coaches about the mental and physical aspects of preparing for
🎧 New on the Blog!I’ve just launched a new podcast episode—originally generated with NotebookLM and transformed into an audio experience, now streaming on Spotify! This episode offers a high-level overview of my blog and the broader themes explored across this
paradoxand More One of the central paradoxes of communication is: “What was said , what was heard , and what was meant rarely ever match , leaving a tremendous gap in much of human communication.” This was pretty straight forward
What is – Premeditatio malorum? A definition of sorts to start Premeditatio malorum : “The exercise of imagining things that could go wrong or be taken away from us. It helps us prepare for life’s inevitable setbacks. We don’t always
Responded to a question from a friend – To love only what happens…no greater harmony. Subtitles – Raw unedited All right good morning it is April 3rd that means it’s Monday and I thought I would respond to a friend
“Remind yourself that your task is to be a good human being; remind yourself what nature demands of people. Then do it, without hesitation, and speak the truth as you see it. But with kindness. With humility. Without hypocrisy.” Marcus
Years ago, I was introduced to this trail during the season when the waning remnants of snowfall were still along the Crimson Trail. Unbeknownst to me, a friend and simple hero to me, was waiting to capture this moment on







