Category: Warrior
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But Make It Actually Livable
So, what does health look like for me when I’m at my best? It’s not about six-pack abs or whatever Instagram thinks it is. It’s not kale smoothies and 4 a.m. workouts unless that actually feels good—which, okay, sometimes it does. But more often, health at my best feels like balance with a side of…
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We’re Not Machines, Rain
Some days you wake up and you’re like yes, today is the day I conquer the world. You’ve got your to-do list, your coffee, your playlist, and for a few glorious hours, you’re unstoppable. And then… BOOM. It’s like someone pulled the plug. Suddenly you’re scrolling through videos of raccoons washing grapes or reorganizing your sock…
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With Snacks and Sanctuary
How to Take Care of Rain What do I need to take care of myself this summer? First of all: water. Like actual hydration but also lakes, ocean breezes, cold showers when everything feels sticky and overstimulating and like they might explode from the sheer volume of life. They need water in all its forms.…
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Consider This Your Gentle Reminder
Am I Scared or Just Forgetting to Play? One of the peculiar little puzzles I’m working on these days — and yes, that phrasing is intentional; it is a puzzle — is trying to approach things with curiosity instead of fear. Sounds easy, right? Like just a flick of a switch: boop, now I’m curious!…
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We Need to Talk
So apparently that post I made the other day — the one about being nervous, about having my kids here this summer for the first time, about shifting from my worker-brain to my parent-brain and wondering if I was going to screw it all up — hit home for some people. Especially younger folks. People…
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Nine Weeks, One Nervous Parent, and a Very Opinionated Cat
Okay, so it’s happening. It’s happening. Nine weeks.Three kids.Three weeks each. One apartment in California that has never, not once, had to hold my parental brain, my work brain, and my nervous system all in the same space like this. I’m excited. I’m terrified. I’m spiraling a little, but in a cute, high-functioning kind of…
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Caffeine and Consent
Fast food is a treat! Sugar is a treat! Caffeine is a goddamn blessing sometimes. And I mean that in the most reverent, fully-caffeinated way possible. The thing is, when I was a kid, none of these things were “allowed.” Not really. Not with joy. Not with balance. Not with that soft internal yes that…
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Radiant Emotional Chaos
Somewhere along the line, we were told — taught, shown, reinforced — that it’s not okay to be proud of ourselves. Not really. Not in a bold, radiant, or unapologetic way. It’s “confidence” if it’s humble and palatable. But anything more than that, and suddenly, it’s vanity, ego, and arrogance. Especially if you’re not a…
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Takin’ Care of Business
Two projects have been haunting me for what feels like an eternity. I’m not exaggerating — one’s been sitting there for over three years (dutch companies, you monster), and the other one, california love, has been quietly judging me from the corner of my to-do list for more than a year. They’re the kind of…
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Dancing for Myself And
There will be a point where I want to perform again. I know this. It’s not today. It’s probably not tomorrow. But it’ll show up like a cat on the windowsill — soft, insistent, familiar. Performance will tug at me again, but this time, I want to answer it without the self-destruction. Without the body…
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Taking Care Of Rain
Saying no is so much harder than it should be. Like, ridiculously hard. Not because I don’t want to say no, but because somewhere along the way, I got trained to prioritize everyone else’s comfort over my own peace. My own safety. My own gut feeling that something’s not okay here. That I don’t like…
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Let Us Pray
Let me tell you about my church. It doesn’t have pews.There’s no pulpit.No sermon. No congregation. No doctrine. Just breath.A candle.A floor.And a body that has carried nearly five decades of living. And at 4am—yes, 4am—I show up to worship. I used to think movement had to be useful. Had to produce something. Speed, shape,…