This has been a huge struggle. You know the struggle I’m talking about: the incessant moan from within to do something for once. That guy. Fuck that guy. We also love this guy.
Motivation, lately, has come from this internal dialogue. I’ve found that I’m not the only one floating along in this dumb-ass boat. A lot of those close to me are in here with me, rocking through whatever waves are thrown towards us– or whatever waves we create for ourselves.
It’s the wave I’ve created for myself that keeps me here. Maybe it’s a season of change for me, or maybe it’s all my experiences finally settling and processing. I think I brought myself here to zoom in on the change in attempt to embrace and learn it.
There isn’t much you need to know about me right now because I plan to spill my guts here, little-by-little. I guess I’d like you to read my words and take them with seriousness. I guess I’d like my words to evoke empathy and inspire vulnerability. Right now, empathy seems lost and foreign to the human condition. It’s hard to find and it’s hard to employ. Maybe if we allow ourselves small doses of vulnerability, we will learn to find it again. Everyone has a wave and an inner, self-deprecating voice of anxiety. Here’s my attempt at leaning into it all.
Small Voice Big Thoughts 