I’ve just had so little interest in what’s not important to me, and so little patience or energy to equivocate.
Summer, friendship, a childhood memory. And the new wave of uprisings.
On leadership, burnout, and gratitude for the deep support of others.
Internal movement research, friendship, roses, ostriching.
A trio of frustrations: pandemic friendship, my parents, my non-fluency in Mandarin.
Therapy homework: A list of what makes me feel cared-for or loved.
There's a metaphor here about mending and friendships, if you try.