Letters to Myself: Entry Sixty-Eight
Dolly Parton left this earth on August 25, 2026. She spent her whole life finding out who she was and doing it on purpose. Now the fire is ours to carry. This reflection asks — are you living your life, or someone else's version of it?
Letters to Myself: Entry Sixty-Seven
Marcus Aurelius wrote that you could leave life right now — and that should determine everything you do, say, and think. So what are you still pretending to have time for? This reflection sits with that question honestly.
Letters to Myself: Entry Sixty-Six
Grief is love with nowhere to go — but that doesn't mean it's wasted. Reflecting on those we've lost, carrying them forward, and appreciating the people still here with us today might be the most human thing we can do.
Letters to Myself: Entry Sixty
When I was younger, I was blind to so much. The lessons I needed most — about compounding progress, the power of reading, facing mortality — no one said them out loud. This is what I wish someone had told me then, and what I'm grateful to know now.
Letters to Myself: Entry Fifty-Nine
Some days feel deflating, and some days feel like pride — but maybe they're not as far apart as they seem. In this reflection, exploring what it means to stay connected to the whole, to give even when it's hard, and to carry forward the names of those who came before us.
Letters to Myself: Entry Thirty-Nine
The most meaningful things I’m building are happening quietly—without applause, without performance, and without anyone watching. And that’s exactly why they matter.
