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· Oct 17
I once thought life was something to be won, earned through effort, deserved by merit, perfected by will.
Now I see it’s meant to be inhabited. To move through each day awake to the smallest, unremarkable moments.
Now I see it’s meant to be inhabited. To move through each day awake to the smallest, unremarkable moments.
The paradox is that you only understand this after years of striving to be better.
You chase improvement until it becomes instinct, only then do you see that was never the point.
You chase improvement until it becomes instinct, only then do you see that was never the point.
I refuse to take sides and live a bitter life shaped by unfulfilled expectations.
I’ll fulfill my civic duties in their most basic form, but I can't let the establishment or its challengers force life into a narrow frame.
I refuse to let my opinions shrink or let disappoinment poison my inner life.
I’ll fulfill my civic duties in their most basic form, but I can't let the establishment or its challengers force life into a narrow frame.
I refuse to let my opinions shrink or let disappoinment poison my inner life.
December 22, 2025 at 10:49 AM
I refuse to take sides and live a bitter life shaped by unfulfilled expectations.
I’ll fulfill my civic duties in their most basic form, but I can't let the establishment or its challengers force life into a narrow frame.
I refuse to let my opinions shrink or let disappoinment poison my inner life.
I’ll fulfill my civic duties in their most basic form, but I can't let the establishment or its challengers force life into a narrow frame.
I refuse to let my opinions shrink or let disappoinment poison my inner life.
All I did was follow some climate people and suddenly Bluesky tilted far left.
I really was hoping to get away from the polarization and familiarity bias of all my other social networks.
I really was hoping to get away from the polarization and familiarity bias of all my other social networks.
December 21, 2025 at 5:17 AM
All I did was follow some climate people and suddenly Bluesky tilted far left.
I really was hoping to get away from the polarization and familiarity bias of all my other social networks.
I really was hoping to get away from the polarization and familiarity bias of all my other social networks.
We were discussing trends today: whoever figures out how to reduce AI’s dependence on memory will likely be the next one to sit at the top of the Gartner productivity plateau.
December 21, 2025 at 4:55 AM
We were discussing trends today: whoever figures out how to reduce AI’s dependence on memory will likely be the next one to sit at the top of the Gartner productivity plateau.
Find what you'd die for and live for it.
December 20, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Find what you'd die for and live for it.
I feel less dread since I stopped visiting Twitter, and I enjoy the slower pace of Bluesky.
I’m not entirely convinced it can replace a space for keeping thoughts and moments I want to revisit later, but I’ll keep going and see where it settles.
I’m not entirely convinced it can replace a space for keeping thoughts and moments I want to revisit later, but I’ll keep going and see where it settles.
December 20, 2025 at 6:55 AM
I feel less dread since I stopped visiting Twitter, and I enjoy the slower pace of Bluesky.
I’m not entirely convinced it can replace a space for keeping thoughts and moments I want to revisit later, but I’ll keep going and see where it settles.
I’m not entirely convinced it can replace a space for keeping thoughts and moments I want to revisit later, but I’ll keep going and see where it settles.
I opened a letter today, got really excited, and made a call to share good news.
Because of that letter next year is already sorted and successful.
A very good day.
Because of that letter next year is already sorted and successful.
A very good day.
December 20, 2025 at 6:48 AM
I opened a letter today, got really excited, and made a call to share good news.
Because of that letter next year is already sorted and successful.
A very good day.
Because of that letter next year is already sorted and successful.
A very good day.
We have a small tea area in our bedroom, we've turned it into a chess corner and we've been playing often. Little does he know, he’s slowly turning me into his archenemy: I’m starting to anticipate when he’ll retreat if I play aggressively, and how much his strategy revolves around his knights.
December 19, 2025 at 9:24 AM
We have a small tea area in our bedroom, we've turned it into a chess corner and we've been playing often. Little does he know, he’s slowly turning me into his archenemy: I’m starting to anticipate when he’ll retreat if I play aggressively, and how much his strategy revolves around his knights.
December has meant falling into the habit of walking to coffee or dinner with the stroller, and sometimes our golden retriever, almost every day.
It helps that we live in a secret eden in the middle of good food and good coffee.
It helps that we live in a secret eden in the middle of good food and good coffee.
December 19, 2025 at 7:03 AM
December has meant falling into the habit of walking to coffee or dinner with the stroller, and sometimes our golden retriever, almost every day.
It helps that we live in a secret eden in the middle of good food and good coffee.
It helps that we live in a secret eden in the middle of good food and good coffee.
My husband is highly credentialed.
I’m the one he calls when tech stops cooperating.
“Magician,” he says.
I love it.
I’m the one he calls when tech stops cooperating.
“Magician,” he says.
I love it.
December 19, 2025 at 6:50 AM
My husband is highly credentialed.
I’m the one he calls when tech stops cooperating.
“Magician,” he says.
I love it.
I’m the one he calls when tech stops cooperating.
“Magician,” he says.
I love it.
Perhaps I’m gentler with myself now, not because I changed,
but because I learned how to look, borrowing his gaze and seeing myself through his eyes.
but because I learned how to look, borrowing his gaze and seeing myself through his eyes.
December 19, 2025 at 6:34 AM
Perhaps I’m gentler with myself now, not because I changed,
but because I learned how to look, borrowing his gaze and seeing myself through his eyes.
but because I learned how to look, borrowing his gaze and seeing myself through his eyes.
There is a quiet freedom in being kind to yourself.
Without it, life becomes an accounting exercise, tallies of effort, regret, and expectation, measuring yourself endlessly against what was done and left undone.
The kinder you are to yourself, the more you can inhabit the only life you have.
Without it, life becomes an accounting exercise, tallies of effort, regret, and expectation, measuring yourself endlessly against what was done and left undone.
The kinder you are to yourself, the more you can inhabit the only life you have.
December 19, 2025 at 6:32 AM
There is a quiet freedom in being kind to yourself.
Without it, life becomes an accounting exercise, tallies of effort, regret, and expectation, measuring yourself endlessly against what was done and left undone.
The kinder you are to yourself, the more you can inhabit the only life you have.
Without it, life becomes an accounting exercise, tallies of effort, regret, and expectation, measuring yourself endlessly against what was done and left undone.
The kinder you are to yourself, the more you can inhabit the only life you have.
It isn't that I am at my brightest every day.
Yet if I were asked to live one of these days on repeat, almost any ordinary one would do.
That’s how I know I’m already living the dream.
Yet if I were asked to live one of these days on repeat, almost any ordinary one would do.
That’s how I know I’m already living the dream.
December 19, 2025 at 6:27 AM
It isn't that I am at my brightest every day.
Yet if I were asked to live one of these days on repeat, almost any ordinary one would do.
That’s how I know I’m already living the dream.
Yet if I were asked to live one of these days on repeat, almost any ordinary one would do.
That’s how I know I’m already living the dream.
Being contacted unexpectedly regarding a key expert role in an EU-funded energy project feels like a solid professional recognition.
December 14, 2025 at 10:50 PM
Being contacted unexpectedly regarding a key expert role in an EU-funded energy project feels like a solid professional recognition.
Two days after learning about Porter's Five ForcesI had to use it at work to secure an important partnership, talk about happy coincidences.
December 12, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Two days after learning about Porter's Five ForcesI had to use it at work to secure an important partnership, talk about happy coincidences.
Ever since he first held my hand, I’ve felt strangely delicate,
not fragile, but his to guard.
Yet somehow I am clearly aware that while he holds me I could take on the world.
not fragile, but his to guard.
Yet somehow I am clearly aware that while he holds me I could take on the world.
October 20, 2025 at 1:04 AM
Ever since he first held my hand, I’ve felt strangely delicate,
not fragile, but his to guard.
Yet somehow I am clearly aware that while he holds me I could take on the world.
not fragile, but his to guard.
Yet somehow I am clearly aware that while he holds me I could take on the world.
Notion will be my best friend this semester.
October 20, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Notion will be my best friend this semester.
Through his widened eyes, the world feels new again.
He looks in wonder, and somehow, I’m the one discovering life for the first time.
He looks in wonder, and somehow, I’m the one discovering life for the first time.
October 20, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Through his widened eyes, the world feels new again.
He looks in wonder, and somehow, I’m the one discovering life for the first time.
He looks in wonder, and somehow, I’m the one discovering life for the first time.
What a privilege it is to become a version of myself I once thought impossible.
What a privilege it is to grow into someone I used to need.
What a privilege it is to become softer in a world that once tried to harden me.
What a privilege it is to be overwhelmed by a life I once prayed for.
What a privilege it is to grow into someone I used to need.
What a privilege it is to become softer in a world that once tried to harden me.
What a privilege it is to be overwhelmed by a life I once prayed for.
October 20, 2025 at 12:51 AM
What a privilege it is to become a version of myself I once thought impossible.
What a privilege it is to grow into someone I used to need.
What a privilege it is to become softer in a world that once tried to harden me.
What a privilege it is to be overwhelmed by a life I once prayed for.
What a privilege it is to grow into someone I used to need.
What a privilege it is to become softer in a world that once tried to harden me.
What a privilege it is to be overwhelmed by a life I once prayed for.
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I want to live in boring times.
Give me mundane.
Give me trivial.
Give me mundane.
Give me trivial.
October 18, 2025 at 7:37 AM
I want to live in boring times.
Give me mundane.
Give me trivial.
Give me mundane.
Give me trivial.
What do you really know of intimacy?
It’s not in passion or performance, but in the quiet moments when the body falters.
When your partner washes your hair because you can’t sit up, and care replaces words.
When love becomes the act of sustaining, because inside you, their future quietly grows.
It’s not in passion or performance, but in the quiet moments when the body falters.
When your partner washes your hair because you can’t sit up, and care replaces words.
When love becomes the act of sustaining, because inside you, their future quietly grows.
October 18, 2025 at 9:13 AM
What do you really know of intimacy?
It’s not in passion or performance, but in the quiet moments when the body falters.
When your partner washes your hair because you can’t sit up, and care replaces words.
When love becomes the act of sustaining, because inside you, their future quietly grows.
It’s not in passion or performance, but in the quiet moments when the body falters.
When your partner washes your hair because you can’t sit up, and care replaces words.
When love becomes the act of sustaining, because inside you, their future quietly grows.
Same comment for politics.
A fair currency system seems impossible, because it demands virtues humans rarely sustain: restraint, empathy, balance. Power, once measured/distributed, begins to warp. Humanity cannot truly flourish when its worth is filtered through the judgment of a few, even when they believe themselves just.
October 18, 2025 at 9:08 AM
Same comment for politics.
A fair currency system seems impossible, because it demands virtues humans rarely sustain: restraint, empathy, balance. Power, once measured/distributed, begins to warp. Humanity cannot truly flourish when its worth is filtered through the judgment of a few, even when they believe themselves just.
October 18, 2025 at 9:07 AM
A fair currency system seems impossible, because it demands virtues humans rarely sustain: restraint, empathy, balance. Power, once measured/distributed, begins to warp. Humanity cannot truly flourish when its worth is filtered through the judgment of a few, even when they believe themselves just.
Friday night.
The house hums with small perfections.
Healthy children laughing somewhere down the hall.
After the longest embrace he takes the baby from my arms so I can rest.
Tomorrow a roadtrip together.
I fall asleep in gratitude,
life, in all its quiet arrangements, feels steady, warm, good.
The house hums with small perfections.
Healthy children laughing somewhere down the hall.
After the longest embrace he takes the baby from my arms so I can rest.
Tomorrow a roadtrip together.
I fall asleep in gratitude,
life, in all its quiet arrangements, feels steady, warm, good.
October 18, 2025 at 8:56 AM
Friday night.
The house hums with small perfections.
Healthy children laughing somewhere down the hall.
After the longest embrace he takes the baby from my arms so I can rest.
Tomorrow a roadtrip together.
I fall asleep in gratitude,
life, in all its quiet arrangements, feels steady, warm, good.
The house hums with small perfections.
Healthy children laughing somewhere down the hall.
After the longest embrace he takes the baby from my arms so I can rest.
Tomorrow a roadtrip together.
I fall asleep in gratitude,
life, in all its quiet arrangements, feels steady, warm, good.
There are moments when life feels malleable as if the world rearranges itself to match my pulse.
Coincidences align too neatly, timing bends too perfectly, and I wonder whether life is yielding to me, as if I'm the only one awake in a story that breathes when I do, and sleeps when I forget to look.
Coincidences align too neatly, timing bends too perfectly, and I wonder whether life is yielding to me, as if I'm the only one awake in a story that breathes when I do, and sleeps when I forget to look.
October 18, 2025 at 1:51 AM
There are moments when life feels malleable as if the world rearranges itself to match my pulse.
Coincidences align too neatly, timing bends too perfectly, and I wonder whether life is yielding to me, as if I'm the only one awake in a story that breathes when I do, and sleeps when I forget to look.
Coincidences align too neatly, timing bends too perfectly, and I wonder whether life is yielding to me, as if I'm the only one awake in a story that breathes when I do, and sleeps when I forget to look.
When something is profoundly right, its perfection overflows. Its harmony seeps into everything around it. Even the imperfect parts start to feel intentional, as if they too were part of the design.
In my case that something was a someone.
In my case that something was a someone.
October 17, 2025 at 9:11 AM
When something is profoundly right, its perfection overflows. Its harmony seeps into everything around it. Even the imperfect parts start to feel intentional, as if they too were part of the design.
In my case that something was a someone.
In my case that something was a someone.