Personal Blog
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XXIX. The Roads That Lead Me Back To Myself
It’s a Tuesday morning, and I’m sitting in a laundromat in the heart of Amsterdam. Outside the glass windows, the narrow street is beginning to stir with life. Bicycles clatter past in quick bursts, their bells cutting through the low murmur of voices as locals head to work. The air carries that familiar mix of…
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XXVIII. An Introspective Perspective
Disclaimer: The following story contains references to illicit substance use. It is a creative reflection of one individual’s internal journey and is not intended to be instructional, prescriptive, or a recommendation. The night outside hums with leftover energy… Beyond the nylon walls of my tent, the festival still breathes—voices swirling like wind, laughter echoing across…
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XXVII. The Parenting Cycle Theory
I’ve had this theory in my mind for a while — maybe since becoming a parent myself — that most of us parent how we wish we were parented. We look at our upbringings, identify the shortcomings, the sources of trauma, and we do it our own way. Now this theory is, of course, based…
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XXV. The Divine Feminine
There are moments in life that strip you bare—legally, emotionally, spiritually. Sitting in a mediation room, trying to advocate for your child while staying composed, is one of them. And yet, I wasn’t alone. Not in the physical sense, but emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. Because months after we parted ways, she was still quietly in…
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XXIV. Finding Purpose
I’ve spent a lot of this week stuck inside, fighting off some winter bug, isolated from the world outside, and forced into stillness. Truth be told, I was uncomfortable. I craved my routine, craved being around people. You can only watch so much TV or lay in bed scrolling TikTok before you start to go…
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XXII. A Letter to my Son
A, If you’re reading this, then the boy I once carried on my shoulders has become a man. Maybe you’re only just stepping into adulthood. Maybe you’re older than I am as I write these words. Wherever you are—know this: you have always been my greatest teacher, my clearest mirror, and the most beautiful reason…
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XXI. Raising Resilient Kids
When I think of the word resilient, it makes me think of my workplace, and the people there. It reminds me that we show up every day, and some days we win—most days we don’t. But we keep showing up, we keep caring, and we keep putting 100% in. This same mentality is how I…
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XVIII. Six Degrees of Separation
The hidden threads that bind us Over seven billion humans now populate our tiny speck in the vast cosmos—and yet, again and again, we find ourselves bumping into familiar names in unfamiliar places. A friend of a friend. An ex from your past dating someone new in your circle. Someone’s cousin who once went to…
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