Mind and experiences, in posts.

A rushed form, Walter Gropius founding the Bauhaus without knowing what was coming, and my dad risking everything for the same reason. Three gallops without seeing the fence, and the certainty that the outcome is never known in advance.

A bike lane with ups and downs becomes the first clue to something I'd later recognize in a comfortable office job: the pilot light that sustains, but doesn't push forward. Comfort as the enemy of progress, told from the inside.

An afternoon making pasta with the wrong tools turns into a bigger question: who sets the brief once nobody else is handing you one. A look back at the year of coaching that led to writing her own.

A house bought with every corner imagined months before it was real, and a habit tracker that stalled halfway through its own grid. Between those two sides, a look at what it actually takes to carry a goal all the way through.

For years I had a little figurine facing the wrong way, without realizing what that meant. Here's what I understood the day I turned him a hundred and eighty degrees while waiting for my mate water.

Getting on a roller coaster means choosing the line knowing what's coming. This post is about the fear that doesn't stop you, it charges you up, and what you leave behind when you get off.

I traveled solo to Europe for the first time. I was scared, I had doubts, and one question kept following me: will I be able to handle it all? This is the story of what happened, from not being able to cross a street in Berlin to walking alone through Madrid at night feeling better than ever.