Former colleagues from the TAFE institute, old friends from my Sydney years, even a cousin I hadn't spoken to in a decade — every one of them who asked when I was moving back was telling me something about themselves, not asking something about me. It took me ...Read More
I used to think happy people knew something I didn’t. It felt obvious to me. They moved through life with a kind of ease I couldn’t quite access. They laughed more freely. They seemed less tense in conversations. They didn’t over-explain themselves, or replay interactions in their head hours ...Read More
I turned 37 last month. And somewhere between the birthday coffee and the quiet that followed, a thought landed that I couldn't shake: almost every major decision I've made in my adult life, the degree I chose, the job I stayed too long in, the relationships I said ...Read More
For most of my 20s, I was quietly convinced that something was wrong with me. Not in a dramatic, therapy-couch way. Just a low hum in the background. The kind of feeling you get when everyone around you seems to be playing a game they understand, and you ...Read More
There's a version of "not caring what others think" that belongs to arrogance. It's the guy who cuts in line and shrugs. The person who never apologizes because their ego can't afford to. We've all met that type. But there's another version, a quieter, more grounded version, that ...Read More
You've had the conversation. Maybe more than once. The garage is full. The shed can barely close. There are boxes in the spare room that haven't been opened since the Clinton administration, and every time you suggest clearing some of it out, he gets quiet. Or irritable. Or ...Read More