reflections
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Commitment is quiet
The past few days have been an exercise in honesty. Not the kind that demands confession, but the kind that asks for consistency. I’ve been paying attention to how this practice feels as I try to show up every day not perfectly, just deliberately. It’s been a bit easier lately, but only in moments. Small Continue reading
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Monday Reflection
Four and a half hours, and Sunday was thinning out, leaving Monday behind its shadow. Was still in bed not buried, just listening before the week speaks first. The list waits from across the room, polite in its pressure. Unchecked boxes. A future that wants motion before it wants truth. I don’t rush to answer. Continue reading
Lines Between Living 