You try to concentrate. You push. You grind. But your mind keeps slipping. Not because you’re lazy. But because something around you has changed. I didn’t realize this until a simple bike ride home. We were seven riders. One rhythm. One direction. Then we split to go home.
Most people think moving countries makes you brave. But you found out, that it doesn’t. Yes, it makes you restless. It exposes how easy it is to reinvent yourself every time life gets uncomfortable. And it hides the real issue. You keep leaving because you have no idea where
Maybe. But only after when it starts crying at romance movies, laughing at bad jokes, and after swearing in trafic in three languages. Only after it burns out once or twice. Only after washing the car right before it rains. And checks the door three times before leaving the house.
That’s not mindset. That’s mechanics. And if you ignore it, you’ll keep mistaking pressure for purpose. In 1959, German Minister Gerhard Schröder wrote a letter that modern medicine buried. He’d watched “terminal” patients recover: * no surgery, * no chemo just biofermented foods and respect for the body’
This come from the fear of being a "Drama Queen". No, really! • You don’t apply for that position? You’re scared you’ll seem unqualified. • You don’t talk to her? You’re scared she’ll say no. • You don’t launch the business? You’re scared
Like the ones that help us understand how we’re wired. How we make sense of the world. And why some of us need to speak things out loud to actually process them. First—let me say this: I hear the frustration in posts like: “Not every activity needs to
That’s the message I received recently. And I get it. We live in a world where surviving feels like an achievement. Where having a stable job is seen as success — no questions asked. But what if the real risk isn’t losing your job... What if it’s losing
My father used to punish my mother with silence. He’d stop eating. Stop talking. Call it a “strike.” The result? Three stents in his heart. I did the same in my twenties. Didn’t eat. Didn’t speak. Just said, “I’m fine.” Result: gastritis. Years later, when my
You journal. You listen to podcasts about mindset. You color-code your calendar like it’s going to save your soul. You sage your apartment until the smoke alarm begs for mercy. And still—there it is. The “Why am I so exhausted?” spiral that hits between your second coffee and
I Got Lost. Twice. The first time was when I followed the “right path”: * university, * job, * promotions… and a diagnosis of MS. The second time was when I said, “Now I want a family and children.” But I had no idea what that really meant. I realized that “direction” isn’
My wife is the guardian of the sourdough in our home. She feeds it, folds it, times it perfectly. It’s alive — and she knows exactly how to care for it. When she leaves, she gives me instructions: “Fold it every 40 minutes. Four times.” Seems simple, right? Except… she
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