It’s All Relative (But Is That Comfort or Cop-Out?)
Cycling to work in the pouring rain at 56 felt both liberating and slightly absurd at the same time.
Aging, Purpose, and the Thoughts We Rarely Admit
Cycling to work in the pouring rain at 56 felt both liberating and slightly absurd at the same time.
Sanctuary is the feeling of exhaling after holding your breath all day. Where’s yours?
Some mornings at 4am, walking to 7-Eleven, I just quietly acknowledge that I have enough today.
Covered in mosquito bites at 4:30pm, my boss asked for one more thing. I nearly said no.
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.