Why does the brain remember a ten-year-old workplace mortification in perfect detail, but let the sweet, quiet archives of a lifelong friendship blur at the edges? A rattling bathroom door handle sends me down the rabbit hole of how our minds catalog the moments that make us.
This is a question that occasionally wanders into the quiet corridors of my thoughts: Am I truly healed, or are my wounds just comfortably dormant? There is a certain kind of peace that comes with being alone. When no one is disappointing you, misunderstanding you, asking anything of you, or touching the places that still… Continue reading The Feeling is Real. The Story May Not Be.
When I revisit old writing, it’s like unearthing a time capsule. It has been a while since I last reflected on my gap-toothed smile and the little girl who thought she needed to fix it. My front gap was once large enough to fit a nickel and a dime pressed together. I know this because… Continue reading The Time Capsule: My Gap-Toothed Smile
Relationships can be minefields. As every one of us is a unique individual, it can be difficult to truly understand the people around us. Their views can be so drastically different from our own as to be incomprehensible. This isn’t necessarily wrong or bad. It’s just that we’re standing and looking a different way, seeing… Continue reading Relationship Minefields
Our mind is a powerful tool. We can sit and ponder the intricacies of the universe, the inner workings of the human heart, and the deeper meaning of life itself. We can imagine. Create. Solve. Understand. We can use our minds to make meaning of this strange and beautiful experience of being human. More often,… Continue reading Getting Out of My Head
Some lessons return to us again and again. Boundaries. Self worth. How to love without losing ourselves. How to receive. Maybe growth isn’t leaving these lessons behind, but meeting them differently each time.
What type of growth is happening when nothing appears to be changing? It doesn’t surprise me that my life feels slower and calmer now, and that that slow and calm has sometimes been confused with a state of not moving. They say calm after the chaos can feel boring. I think there is truth to… Continue reading What the Mud Grows
We often think we're shaped by life's biggest moments, but it's the steady nourishment we receive every day that transforms us most. A chance encounter, a classroom experiment, and an older couple dancing led me to reflect on the people, ideas, and relationships that shape not only who we become, but the world we help create.
I’ve believing that somewhere else would finally feel like home as I’ve grappled with the discomfort of life transitions and the unknown. This season of my life is teaching me something different, though. Maybe coming home was never about finding a place. Maybe it has always been about returning to myself.
We often hear that prosperity will trickle down, but what happens when wealth no longer circulates? I recently came across a quote that said, "There is no such thing as trickle-down economics, only modern-day fiefdoms." Whether or not you agree with that conclusion, it sent me down a path of asking a different question: What happens when wealth stops moving and begins to pool? "The Dammed Economy" is my attempt to answer this question for myself. It's a reflection of ownership, opportunity, and why the river may be the best metaphor for understanding our modern economy.
