What if who I hoped to be was always me?
t’s been a minute since I’ve published anything. 23 months to be precise. It feels like nothing has changed and everything has changed all at once…
How has my unconscious privilege and going to jail altered my life trajectory?
I'm going to share a story from my past that very few people have ever heard.
It's the most dark and embarrassing moment of my life. And it's clear to me that if I wasn't white, I would either be dead or my life would have been ruined.
What do I do with this overwhelm?
Been feeling the sadness, pain, frustration, loss and helplessness. Today especially.
At the macro level for the planet and humanity.
At the micro level for all those most directly affected.
Why has writing become a critical part of the process?
Back on February 26th, I published my first public Thought related to the Coronavirus. "How Should I Prepared" was an insight into my thinking about why it felt important to take some small steps to start preparing for a myriad of possible events.
How should I prepare?
I've been thinking about the topic of preparation a lot these past few days.
At a fundamental level, I always want to be prepared and never be caught completely off-guard, but there's also limits to that.