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We Are Allowed to Age: Why I Don’t Care That I Look Old

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“When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.” ~African Proverb

It is just past ten in the morning on a Tuesday.

My wet boardshorts and blue tank top are drying at lightning speed in the sweltering South Indian sun.

I am feeling alive and exhilarated after my surf session in the surreal blue, bathtub-warm Arabian Sea.

Surfing waves consistently has been my goal for the past two years, and I’m doing it. Which is pretty awesome considering that I never thought I would surf again.

The trauma and fear from a surfing accident ten years ago, …

When I Feel Sad and Alone

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You Know How Far You’ve Come

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When Nothing Feels Right

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Don’t Fear Becoming “Too Much”

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Studying Yourself

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Our Elders Were Onto Something

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The Right People Won’t Just Love Your Light

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The Tell Them Theory

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Forgive Yourself

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Shoutout to People Who See the Gold in Others

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Nothing in Life Is Permanent

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When Your Mind Stops Racing

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The Path Isn’t a Straight Line

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You Can’t Always Just “Get Over It”

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Seeing It for What It Is

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Where the World Feels a Little More Helpful

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Why Letting Myself Fall Apart Set Me Free

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“Ironically enough, when you make peace with the fact that the purpose of life is not happiness but rather experience and growth, happiness comes as a natural byproduct. When you are not seeking it as the objective, it will find its way to you.” ~Unknown

I had ten days to pack up my life.

I was moving from Toronto to Florida, and I decided—very confidently—that I would only take what fit in my SUV. Everything else would be donated, sold, or given away. Ten days. One car. A clean slate.

It felt intentional. Grounded. Like the kind of choice someone …

What’s the First Step?

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When “Better” Becomes a Trap: How I Learned to Hope Without Clinging

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“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” ~Buddha

For most of my life, hoping for something better wasn’t a problem. It was my fuel.

If everything had lined up the way I once imagined, it would have looked something like this: steady financial security, meaningful creative work recognized by the world, a sense of arrival—finally—after decades of effort. I would be teaching or creating without scrambling, my work fully valued, my future predictable enough to relax into.

That picture lived quietly in the background of my days. I didn’t obsess …