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My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

My truth is:

this work is alive.

It evolves.

It refines itself.

It grows as I grow.

And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.

Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹

Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?

What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?

Sending you love and support ♾️

There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.

You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.

It’s wild out there.

Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.

But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.

The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.

You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.

Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.

From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.

This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.

If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.

Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁

Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.

I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.

I’m grateful for each of you.

Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹

Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽

#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace

There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.

You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.

It’s wild out there.

Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.

But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.

The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.

You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.

Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.

From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.

This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.

If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.

Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁

Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.

I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.

I’m grateful for each of you.

Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹

Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽

#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace

There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.

You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.

It’s wild out there.

Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.

But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.

The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.

You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.

Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.

From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.

This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.

If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.

Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁

Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.

I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.

I’m grateful for each of you.

Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹

Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽

#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace

There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.

You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.

It’s wild out there.

Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.

But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.

The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.

You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.

Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.

From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.

This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.

If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.

Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁

Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.

I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.

I’m grateful for each of you.

Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹

Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽

#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace

There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.

You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.

It’s wild out there.

Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.

But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.

The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.

You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.

Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.

From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.

This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.

If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.

Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁

Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.

I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.

I’m grateful for each of you.

Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹

Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽

#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace

There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.

You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.

It’s wild out there.

Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.

But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.

The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.

You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.

Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.

From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.

This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.

If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.

Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁

Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.

I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.

I’m grateful for each of you.

Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹

Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽

#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace

There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.

You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.

It’s wild out there.

Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.

But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.

The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.

You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.

Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.

From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.

This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.

If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.

Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁

Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.

I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.

I’m grateful for each of you.

Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹

Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽

#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace

There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.

You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.

It’s wild out there.

Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.

But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.

The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.

You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.

Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.

From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.

This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.

If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.

Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁

Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.

I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.

I’m grateful for each of you.

Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹

Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽

#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Alba joined a singing program and went all in.

She put the time, money, and energy.
She would stay up late nights
practicing the same line
until it felt fully
in her heart.

She picked a beautiful dress.
Something that will make her feel confident
on the performance night.

Soham texted her, “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Alba wrote back,
“but you have that meeting
with your boss today, right?”

“I do,” he said.
“I’ll wrap it up. I want to be there.
It’s your big night.”

And Alba did the thing she always does.

“Don’t worry,” she replied.
“No pressure. Even if you can’t make it, it’s totally fine.”

Soham paused.

Then he said, “Are you doing that again?”

Alba typed fast. “Doing what?”

He sent back:
“Alba, babygirl. I know you actually don’t want anyone
to show up tonight.”

She laughed nervously in the text...

“What are you talking about?”

Soham instantly sent a voice note,
“Because it would hurt if no one comes.
It would make you sad.
But it would also relieve you.”

“Relieve me?” she wrote.

“Yeah,” he said. “Relieve you from the pressure of being seen.”

Alba felt her chest tighten. 🪞
Soham was too accurate.

She typed: “Go back to work, Mr. I’ll see you tonight.”

They met later in the hallway outside the venue.
He held her closely, kissed her forehead,
“Break a leg,” he said.

And as she walked toward the stage,
Alba felt something sharper in her chest.

She felt seen. And she didn’t want to....

Alba is a master of anti-intention.

She can give you a grand vision
of her love life, her career.
And in the same breath,
she can write the perfect script
to sabotage it.

And I know Alba’s patterns very well,
Because I’ve played it too.

The part of me that wanted the stage.
And the part of me that prayed
the room would be empty.

I realized, anti-intention is not a personality flaw.
It’s just a survival strategy.
It reaches for the dream and then
pulls back at the door.

If you’ve been a master at this too, I see you.
I’m holding that space for you.

Together, we’ll help each other arrive home.

🤍

.

Image credits:
Fly by Midnight - “Superfine”,
directed by Miles Murphy.

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

Adam was twelve when he first learned that authenticity could cost him love.

He learned it through hundreds of tiny corrections.

Don’t say that.
Don’t embarrass us.
Be respectful.
Be smart about your future.

He watched the men around him carefully.

The men who were celebrated were not the most alive.
They were the most useful.

The financially successful one.
The emotionally controlled one.
The one who fit into the machinery smoothly.

So Adam adapted, and became disciplined.
Pleasant.
Capable.
Easy to depend on.

Every praise he received taught him the same lesson: you are lovable when you are useful.

And somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he actually wanted.

Sometimes, once or twice a year, he would disappear to monasteries in Thailand.
Places where nobody knew his resume.
Nobody cared about his performance.
Nobody needed him to hold the family image together.

Late at night, after meditation, he would walk alone through humid temple roads and feel something ancient open inside him.

Some nights he wanted to scream.
Some nights he actually did.

Then he would return home.
Back to emails.
Deadlines.
Meetings.
Expectations.
Performance.

Slowly, even the monasteries stopped.

The adults around him had finally succeeded. Adam became one of them.

And yet, underneath all of it, he knew the life he was living was not fully his.

At 4:07 AM, unable to sleep again, Adam stared at the ceiling in silence.

Just the sound of his own breath.

And for the first time in years, he stopped asking:
“How do I keep this life together?”

And asked:
“What if my real life begins the moment I stop performing it?”

.

Image credits:
Monsters and Men, directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

I was inspired to write this piece after one of you shared your struggle with me.

And I hope what I wrote above
helps you land in a clearer inner space.

If you ever feel called
to send me your questions,
you can DM me.

I may not always be able to reply 1:1
in the inbox, but
when a question carries
something that may help many,
I’ll do my best to turn it into a post here.

Your honest sharing doesn’t just help you.
It helps others feel seen too.
And I’m honored to hold space for that.

Here’s part of the question I received:

”…the fear of being completely seen by a romantic partner. I have only recently realised that whilst my biggest wish in life is to be chosen for who I am beyond my physical body, I constantly meet my potential romantic partners with a hard exterior, and a sense of mystery. Only when I feel like they have proven to me that they deserve to see the soft, vulnerable sides of me, do I open up— and unfortunately for me, many of them leave the moment I do so, leaving me heartbroken and repeating the same pattern again. I’m trying to break free of this and would love your guidance while I navigate this. 🤍”

Modern social media and AI don’t give us real experiences.

It doesn’t create enough room for silence.

There isn’t
enough nuance,
enough heart in the art.

Modern content consumption pattern continue to give us
the speed,
dopamine hits,
hot takes,
and of course, instant validation.

And slowly, we become reactive machines.

You consume too much content,
you start reacting like content.
You become what you consume.

The first thing it shuts down is your senses.

Your sensuality.
Your ability to feel the room.
Your ability to read someone’s eyes.
to taste life in its poetry and mess.

And it gives birth to a fabricated sensor system.
One that only sees what it’s been trained to see.
Only believes what it keeps hearing.
Only wants what the feed keeps selling.

If you want to grow as an artist,
a lover,
or a human,
return to nuance.

Meditate to learn how to be with yourself.
Read books that make you uncomfortable in a good way.
Watch cinema that slows down the rush inside.
Have conversations with no agenda.
Go for long walks without inputs.
Sit with boredom enough.

You get it :)

Something to meditate on today…
What is one small way you can return to your senses today?

.

Image Credits:
Spider Man: Into the Spider-Verse
Director: Rodney Rothman, Peter Ramsey, Bob Persichetti
Colorist: Natasha Leonnet

Modern social media and AI don’t give us real experiences.

It doesn’t create enough room for silence.

There isn’t
enough nuance,
enough heart in the art.

Modern content consumption pattern continue to give us
the speed,
dopamine hits,
hot takes,
and of course, instant validation.

And slowly, we become reactive machines.

You consume too much content,
you start reacting like content.
You become what you consume.

The first thing it shuts down is your senses.

Your sensuality.
Your ability to feel the room.
Your ability to read someone’s eyes.
to taste life in its poetry and mess.

And it gives birth to a fabricated sensor system.
One that only sees what it’s been trained to see.
Only believes what it keeps hearing.
Only wants what the feed keeps selling.

If you want to grow as an artist,
a lover,
or a human,
return to nuance.

Meditate to learn how to be with yourself.
Read books that make you uncomfortable in a good way.
Watch cinema that slows down the rush inside.
Have conversations with no agenda.
Go for long walks without inputs.
Sit with boredom enough.

You get it :)

Something to meditate on today…
What is one small way you can return to your senses today?

.

Image Credits:
Spider Man: Into the Spider-Verse
Director: Rodney Rothman, Peter Ramsey, Bob Persichetti
Colorist: Natasha Leonnet

Modern social media and AI don’t give us real experiences.

It doesn’t create enough room for silence.

There isn’t
enough nuance,
enough heart in the art.

Modern content consumption pattern continue to give us
the speed,
dopamine hits,
hot takes,
and of course, instant validation.

And slowly, we become reactive machines.

You consume too much content,
you start reacting like content.
You become what you consume.

The first thing it shuts down is your senses.

Your sensuality.
Your ability to feel the room.
Your ability to read someone’s eyes.
to taste life in its poetry and mess.

And it gives birth to a fabricated sensor system.
One that only sees what it’s been trained to see.
Only believes what it keeps hearing.
Only wants what the feed keeps selling.

If you want to grow as an artist,
a lover,
or a human,
return to nuance.

Meditate to learn how to be with yourself.
Read books that make you uncomfortable in a good way.
Watch cinema that slows down the rush inside.
Have conversations with no agenda.
Go for long walks without inputs.
Sit with boredom enough.

You get it :)

Something to meditate on today…
What is one small way you can return to your senses today?

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Image Credits:
Spider Man: Into the Spider-Verse
Director: Rodney Rothman, Peter Ramsey, Bob Persichetti
Colorist: Natasha Leonnet

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:

The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.

Often, it’s silly.

People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.

And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.

There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.

That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.

And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.

I don’t trust “desireless” branding.

I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.

That, to me, is embodied spirituality.

Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.

Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.

And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.

You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.

You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.

This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.

The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.

The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago.

I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.

I’d rather be honest and sleep well.

Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.

The question is not whether you have desire.

The question is whether you are awake in it.

.

Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.

I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.

You are not reading it wrong.

I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.

The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?

Except that’s not how it happens.

In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.

Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.

Finally, I got disciplined.

I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.

Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…

No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.

This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”

Except that he will only knock when I am not available.

I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.

And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.

I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.

Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.

He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.

He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”

He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.

I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.

That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.

And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.

.

Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.