Category: Simple Life
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Scarcity Isn’t the Problem
I had a cup of coffee recently that I keep thinking about, not because of the coffee itself, but because of what happened around it. A barista made it using a Chemex: slow pour, careful, deliberate. Then he served it in a genuinely small cup. Small enough that for a second I wondered if he’d…
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Generous, and Yet?
It was a great performance from a great performer. Everyone was having fun, the teachers, the parents, and of course, the kids. And honestly? I was, too. Singing and half-dancing from my seat, completely caught up in the moment. Somewhere between songs, I found myself wondering: who made this possible? Who had the influence, or…
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The Messy Middle of Becoming Real
It was a perfect morning to stroll around the neighborhood like I used to. Wind blows softly, the sun is perfectly bright, but not too bright, that it burns. It’s just shining perfectly. Of course, it makes me feel energetic and ready to conquer what life brings me to the table! Sorry, I’ve been too…
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The Discipline of Moving On
Time passed, but the moment didn’t.The last message I sent was simple. Not dramatic. Not confrontational. Just honest. I remember keeping my phone close, not because I needed a reply, but because I needed to know where I stood with them. When the typing bubble never appeared, I told myself they were busy. Then I…
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Who Are You Still Being Loyal To?
There’s a moment in The Devils Wear Prada that always stays with me. That movie was when I’m a grew up, but it still lingers until now. Andy is standing in Paris. She looks composed now. Sharp. Capable. She’s no longer the girl who didn’t fit. She’s earned her place. And yet, something in her…
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