Category: Warrior
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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,…
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Well, Actually…
Can trust be regained? My knee-jerk answer is no. Just—no. Like a slammed door or a dropped vase or a delete key hit too hard. Something cracked, shattered, glitched, deleted. You don’t unshatter. You don’t uncrack. You just are now. With a line through the middle of you. Except then my brain, that sneaky bastard,…
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Growth Through Challenge
What does it mean to get out of one’s comfort zone? This question has been haunting me lately. It popped up yesterday, and here it is again today. Did I answer it wrong? Or is this some kind of glitch? Maybe there are only forty curious minds questions, and now I’ll be stuck with this…
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One Page at a Time
The World is a Book? Sure. But I Might Be on a Different Chapter Right Now. If the world were a book, and if the act of travel were equivalent to flipping pages, then yeah, I guess if you live and die in the same town, maybe you’ve only read a page. Or a paragraph.…
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If I Won the Lottery
What would I do if I won the lottery? Pay off debts, open savings accounts for the kids, hire an investor, and travel the world. But today, survival feels like its own kind of jackpot — showing up, even when the fear hums under everything. Maybe that’s the real prize: courage, chipped out one small…
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A Request for Help
I don’t know about you, but I hate asking for help and try not to do it unless I genuinely need to. It seems like I need to ask for help quite often lately. Except, “lately” isn’t quite accurate – it feels like if I had been comfortable asking for help, I would’ve been asking…
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Night of Shadows
In the heart of a city [where dreams and shadows blend]A whisper in the wind [a name without end]A cherished haven [once called home]On a night of fate [darkness began to roam] Laughter filled the air [moments rare]A feast of flavors bright [shadows took flight]A dance with fate [an unseen alarm]Moments lost in time [a…
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Navigating the Maze of Exhaustion: A Journey Through Total Fatigue
Have you ever felt so tired that even the simplest tasks seem like Herculean efforts? I’m talking about that bone-deep weariness that transcends physical tiredness and seeps into every aspect of your being – emotional, psychological, and physical. It me.