Writings

I used to start every journal entry with a fresh burst of anxiety, feeling like I had to invent the entire post from scratch before I could write a single word. I believed I had to deliver gut-punches of pure emotion from the depths of my soul. But I was

I used to think discipline was the on-ramp to easy living. You put in the hard work up front, build habits, build systems, and then you coast. This morning, looking at the same blank page I have faced for over a decade, I realized that's a lie. The

I've gone rogue. One trip and one phone call is all it took to push me over the edge. I'm going to move. Maybe even be nomadic for a time. It's funny how we can mentally build something up much larger than it actually

I'm back in this place again: second guessing the direction of my life, and also knowing that I'll never be truly satisfied nor will I never not have regret. I understand that it will never get easy no matter what path I take. No matter what

When does enough become enough? New job, new house, new car, new phone? So much of American culture is based on selling you something you probably don't need at best, and at its worse its plainly trying to take advantage of you. And when someone finally sees all