15/09/2026
I don’t talk about this much, but I go through stretches where I question everything. I feel anxious and unsettled and wonder whether the work I’m doing is reaching anyone.
Whether I should be doing more.
Whether I’m where I’m supposed to be at this point in my life.
But then I think about how deeply joyful and love-filled I feel every single day…and isn’t that like kinda the point?
it’s a random Tuesday morning on the couch, she wraps her arms around me, smiles and babbles in her own language, and the realization slaps me in the face 🙃
I used to think contentment meant I’d finally gotten all the big stuff figured out. It doesn’t.
It shows up in the unfigured-out part and in the ordinary moments
I’m realizing that that *is* enough and contentment is found in the present
This doesn’t mean I don’t dream or feel motivated to achieve more (tbh I could never let that part of me go)
Some of my purpose is out there in the work I’m still building. And some of it is right here 💕
Am I speaking into the void or does anyone else relate to this?