The Next Chapter

2026 wasted no time.

Apparently, my nervous system has officially cleared me for sparkle again.

I went from a conversation grounded in integrity to one that exposed its absence. The contrast was unmistakable.

December 30, 2025 It is unsettling to me that even now—months later—conversations still surface in the most unexpected places, with unexpected people, about the man I once loved deeply. Conversations I don't start, but somehow always find me. Not conversations fueled by drama or emotion. But quiet, matter-of-fact acknowledgments from people on the periphery—people who knew him through brief interactions, professional encounters, or community proximity—and who clocked early on

I was excited until the voice in my head asked who I thought I was

I reached the summit expecting a descent, and found a departure instead.

2025 was the hardest year of my life. And also the best.

My life is a mix of the truest parts of humanity.

I’ve never felt more isolated, and I’ve never been more sure I’m being prepared for something larger.

Thoughts on this Christmas.

Discernment stepped in and ended something quickly, while simultaneously sparking a constellation of new connections.

An important announcement regarding my website.

Being me used to feel effortless. Then it didn’t.

He’s kind, expressive, and open—and I’m paying attention to what that brings up in me.

I’ve been living my life — this just marks the moment I stopped holding anything back

Something is different about how I’m thinking about next year.

Apparently, bangs are a midlife crisis. But are they really??

This week, I was reminded how human I am.

I used to chase what I wanted. Now I’m listening to what’s already unfolding.

No one teaches you that self-abandonment can look a lot like kindness.