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Fulfillingness’ First Finale
There is a lot I could explore, and even if I did, I might still explore it again. I could never be too certain, as I never want to feel too certain about anything. Sometimes, in an argument, I could…
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Oh, I beg you—can I follow?
There must be something beyond force and fun, but it is not always clear what it is. But do I need to track? Do I need to make it into something? Do I need to make it a purpose? I…
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So, Annie, Are You Okay? Are You Okay, Annie?
I am not really sick or sad, but this might appear differently. What makes me look like this? It seems I am walking on crutches, and this is irritating for everyone involved, maybe even for myself, but maybe not anymore.…
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I Think You Might Like to Hear Something From Us, Nice and Easy
There is so much going on, so it is hard to keep track. Did I like it? Did I embrace it? Was it helpful and supportive? Could I improve myself or my stance in this world? And honestly, everything often…
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But Sometimes, These Feelings Can Be so Misleading
What happens when effort no longer feels like effort? I notice how something shifts when what once required deliberate energy expresses itself spontaneously, when what started as “conscious” choice transforms into natural movement. Could there be a point where my…
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People Always Talking ‘Bout “Reputation”
What exactly do I mean when I speak of caring for myself? I wonder how this phrase gets used differently, from indulgence to discipline, momentary “selfish” comfort to adequate long-term well-being. Yet somewhere beneath these variations, something essential seems to…
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I’ve Been Waiting so Long to Be Where I’m Going
What does it mean to find my center? I see how easily I lose connection with myself amidst the constant movement of everyday life—thoughts racing forward, emotions pulling backward, and attention scattered in countless directions. Yet something in me recognizes…
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My Name Is Might-Have-Been
What might be beyond my thoughts? Maybe a mysterious place that’s real but full of possibilities—like the stars shining behind a bright building. Does this help me understand more? Is this unclear feeling like a gentle cover, helping me see…
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All Those Places I Got Found
What happens in that space between disturbance and response? I remember how easily my waiting can be mistaken for avoidance and how readily my non-action is interpreted as fear or indecision. Yet, could there be something profoundly different about waiting…
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What Have I Done to Deserve This?
I think I do not always know what true “humility” feels like. I often see it become a performance—downplaying myself to make a specific impression. Still, I sense a simple realness that doesn’t require any tricks. Could my direct experience…
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Sometimes, I long to stay and not leave again. And I even think that would be possible just by telling myself I want that. Holding my position against change and surprise. But who am I to observe this matter…
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