growth

  • ctrl+Z

    I am made of poems and spreadsheets,of camera frames and careful plans,I can romanticize a passing momentthen ask who approved the expense plans. I like my feelings properly examined,preferably with evidence in hand,I can overthink a single sentenceand still somehow understand the brand. I will make a film about longing,then build the production schedule too,write… Read more

  • I Hope Love Lets You Stay You

    I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you this, but I hope when love finds you, it doesn’t make you question your worth. I hope it doesn’t make you feel like you have to become smaller, quieter, easier, or more understanding just to keep someone by your side. I hope you never… Read more

  • Tuesday Lessons

    I finished Tuesdays with Morrie on a Tuesday. That feels meaningful to me. I did not expect the book to affect me this much. I usually avoid stories about sickness because my childhood was filled with hospital visits. I accompanied my grandmother almost every day. Waiting rooms, hospital beds, quiet corridors. Illness feels familiar to me, but… Read more

  • Becoming

    There are parts of my younger self that I look back on with discomfort. I was not just rigid. Sometimes, I was simply wrong. I used to be homophobic when I was younger. I held beliefs that felt righteous because they were familiar and unquestioned. I thought I was defending something important, but I was… Read more

  • Favoritism

    We were talking about favoritism earlier today. I caught myself flinching. If I’m honest, I do have favorites. I gravitate toward people who share my rhythm, my values, and my perspective. With them, connection feels natural. Of course, I make more effort. I keep them closer, and I nurture what we have. For a while,… Read more