Dancing in the dark. Dancing with my shadows. — I dance with radical transparency to make a point. I like to push myself. I like to feel myself. I learn where I stand by coming up against my edges. This is not performative. I’ve been alchemising so much rage lately. I’ve been letting myself FEEL the muck, the grime & the heartache. I’ve…

Part 1 of my year-end review. Prompts here. What things do you want to celebrate from this past year? (events, dreams coming true, etc.) I want to celebrate how much I allowed myself to live. I want to celebrate that as some doors closed (significant personal friendships & relationships; my relationship with Evolution, the executive coaching firm I trained with & was part of), many others…

Embracing the awkward stage. — I’ve been dissolving. It hurts, it’s hard, it matters. In that order. I’m back to Medium because I like the UI more than Substack. And I like mixing it up. It does things for my creativity. It’s good for me. I feel different. I want to be… free. With you, right here, I…

Subtitles add a little je ne sais quoi… —

It sounds simple, and it is. — We are born dying. The purpose of life is to learn how to live before our time on Earth runs out. These words are a prophecy. I think, therefore I am — or will be. Descartes would’ve loved me. I am learning how to love me (even more deeply). Buy…

And more life lessons. — [CONTENT WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE] I love myself. And I can only love myself when I’m honest. That’s just how it goes. I’m grateful. Every once in a while, I’ll fuck myself. I’ll be like… “Right, hi. Where am I not being 100% truthful? Where am I lying? Where am I…

Or just truth-telling. — For a long time, I’ve had this sense that I “make people feel uncomfortable”. I make people feel uncomfortable just by being. Because I was taught to take responsibility for other people’s emotional responses to me. And, simultaneously… I was taught that it wasn’t safe to be me. And I’m finding myself more & more disillusioned by pretty…

Nothing is more important than this. — When was the last time someone told you you were talented? Made you think. Made you feel. And then, lifted you up. In defiance of convention. In defence of conviction. These words are a prophecy. I am so fucking angry. I boil with rage. I boil & I burn & I let it fly. And…

And that feels really good. — It’s moments like this that we’ll all remember, I think. It’s things like this that we can only ascertain in retrospect. The great reckoning. Knowing. Undoing. Unravelling. I saw it coming. I felt it deeply. I understood more than words could speak. Let me ask for what I want. Let me make something of my dreams. It feels so good to be here now. …