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Sometimes I fantasize about disappearing.

Not dying.

Just logging off.

Getting a job no one cares about.

Growing tomatoes.

Writing poems in the margins of a notebook no one reads.

Not as a failure.

But as a kind of freedom.

i love it when a woman slowly steps out of survival mode and starts to fall in love with life again. when her zest for life comes back and when she starts to notice all the magic and blessings around her, it’s the most beautiful thing to witness.

Thank you. Mexico, for standing up for truth snd integrity. We here in America wish many of our corporate leaders could find the decency and courage to do the same.

Best mental reset I’ve learned:

If your mind is loud — Write.

If your mind is empty — Read.

If your mind is racing — Walk.

If your mind is tired — Sleep.

If your mind is sharp — Build.

Most problems are just mismatched energy. Get the inputs right, the rest follows.

America cannot long remain free, nor first among nations, if it becomes the kind of place where universities are dismantled because they don't align politically with the current head of the government.

The Best High Protein Chicken Tikka Masala! 48g of Protein, only 520 Cals, but tastes identical to what you’d get from Indian takeout! 🍗💪

This week’s newsletter was sent from the Fjord’s of western Norway - included a few pics from our time here so far! We’re traveling via camper-van for the next 3 weeks and I’ll be sharing some highlights from along the way over the next few weeks! 🚐🇳🇴

Be bored more often.

Go for long walks. Meditate. Journal your thoughts. Read new books. Spend time alone without devices. You would get to understand yourself a lot much better. Your brain gets the best ideas when it is left to wander.

In those quiet moments, you'll uncover clarity and inspiration that can't be found in constant stimulation.

anyone else?

In English, we say: "I overthink."

But in poetry, we say: "I replay your words a thousand times, searching for a meaning you never meant.”

❤️

sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.