Letters to Myself: Entry Seventy
A few years ago I made a small choice — to start reading consistently. What I didn't expect was how much it would change everything else. The wisdom, the hope, the patience it built — none of that was on the label. But it showed up anyway.
Letters to Myself: Entry Fifty-Seven
There are things my generation drifted away from that the next generation desperately needs to reclaim. Put down the phone, seek real connection, challenge your thinking, and don't let a screen dictate who you become. The answer is clearer than you think.
