04/30/2026
After nine letters written from the mind, this one came from the body.
• Not clean.
• Not linear.
• Not resolved.
Just… true.
There are seasons where everything exists at once, grief and hope,
loss and expansion, recognition and unfamiliarity.
Where the body speaks louder than the plan.
Where symptoms, emotions, and memories all arrive without asking for order.
And where the work is not to fix it… but to stay with it.
To listen.
I wrote this from the middle of it, not after it made sense, not once it was tied up and understood.
From the mud. From the in-between.
If you’ve been feeling like you’re in that space too, between who you were and who you’re becoming, this one might resonate.
You can read the full piece on Substack.
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