Chasing Dreams vs. Chasing Money (And Why I’m Still Figuring It Out)
At 3am I wasn’t stressed. I was awake because I’m still addicted to hope at nearly sixty.
The Thoughts We Rarely Admit
At 3am I wasn’t stressed. I was awake because I’m still addicted to hope at nearly sixty.
Even with people you like, there’s a hidden cost to constantly adjusting yourself for others.
For 20 years, my wife was my reality check. Now I have to be my own mirror.
Twenty years in Japan, a 567-day Duolingo streak, and I still panic at the tax office.
By most standards, I failed. Living paycheque to paycheque at 57. But I don’t feel like one.
I caught myself rushing through my morning walk, already calculating when I could be productive.
We ruin good moments by saying “that was nice, but…” and immediately worrying about tomorrow.
Inside, we’re all young souls looking through older eyes. The wrinkles are just the mask.
After five hours digging sweet potatoes, I went straight to the computer. It’s not discipline – it’s a pull.