I always knew what I wanted and exactly what choice I would make with complete freedom. But I didn't always have complete freedom. When I was a child, I felt what I can only describe as being placed on an assembly line: toward a life that was never going to be mine in full. Toward a specific kind of unfulfillment that was dressed up as stability, as practicality, as just how things are. I watched it happening. I watched it happen to others. I could see the conveyor belt. And

Possibly for the first time ever, I do not feel like a fixer upper or a work in progress. To be clear, when I use those descriptors, I mean in the way a Gilded Age mansion may “need work.” The bones are excellent, the design flawless, the details care-filled, and the workmanship incredible. All that sort of property needs is capital, diligence, and workhumans of high caliber to be “restored” or taken into its next chapter. I have reached a new depth of self-acceptance, and ma

If you’ve ever felt like traditional therapy didn’t quite reach the root of your patterning — you’re not alone. Maybe it helped you...

Painting by Carbide (why you need some black Air Force 1 energy in this life) I was recently talking to my email list about something...