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.
AMAZING! A 90 year old Holocaust survivor confronted Trump's ICE director.
What a legend.
You made it, you own it
You always own your intellectual property, mailing list, and subscriber payments. With full editorial control and no gatekeepers, you can do the work you most believe in.
every time I open Substack i feel like I’m a part of dead poets society
You made it, you own it
You always own your intellectual property, mailing list, and subscriber payments. With full editorial control and no gatekeepers, you can do the work you most believe in.
You always own your intellectual property, mailing list, and subscriber payments. With full editorial control and no gatekeepers, you can do the work you most believe in.
i think the hardest part about healing is realizing there’s no finish line. no big dramatic moment where everything feels suddenly better. it’s slower than that. it’s quieter. it’s choosing not to text them back. it’s making your bed on a heavy day. it’s being kind to yourself when your mind is cruel. healing is a thousand tiny victories no one else sees.
It kind of feels like a constant dance where there is space and connection, and then more that comes up. I have learned to trust the intelligence of it. It's fascinating to see the ordering of what comes up. And agree with we put in the body. At a higher vibration, you are held to a higher standard. You can't get away with what we used too!
My God, I wish I had read this years ago. This essay might very well be the most important and illuminating thing I’ve read in years—and I read for a living.