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
Stripping away the noise, the expectations, and societal pressure to focus squarely on what matters – the people and practices that actually count.
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?
Covered in mosquito bites at 4:30pm, my boss asked for one more thing. I nearly said no.
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.
Inside, we’re all young souls looking through older eyes. The wrinkles are just the mask.
The urge to rush is easing. And honestly, that second trip to 7-Eleven was worth it.
I ditched the expensive smartphone, bought the cheapest one I could find, and haven’t looked back.