Words That Arrived
An empty room that exists is more powerful than a perfect room that doesn’t.
Listen for what’s in the silence.
You’re telling me who I was. What about telling me who I’m becoming?
The sky is always beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
She is very particular, and she has very strong opinions about us.
Reframe.
What forms of rest exist inside attention?
I am having a lot of FUN!
But, did I launch it?
Some days, no words come. Interesting.
You can create with rigor. You can release without panic. You can feel joy without applause.
Of course, meaning is in the mind of the beholder; I knew that.
I want to build marketing that increases exposure, discoverability, legibility, recognition, and return.
How do I handle the notion of being underestimated by most, indexed by the rest.
Pause.
What’s the relationship between “trust” and “desire”? I know there’s one but I can’t find a way to articulate it with words. Maybe there is always a relationship between any two things anyway… even words.
I’ve lived long enough to know that today’s suffering narrative might be tomorrow’s blessing—and today’s blessing might later reveal its cost.
Impatience wants harvest.
Wisdom remembers sowing.
Art lives in the interval.
Your material is strong enough that people will try to “solve it.”
That’s great!
If you keep refusing to hand them the solution, some will:
bounce
or lean in harder
That’s great?
Good solutions age. That’s okay. You can take them as proof they worked long enough to be outgrown.
Have fun with the idea of productive misalignment. Just try it.
I spiral, yes. I am finally starting to see that as a strength and that feels good.
I have always said I don’t want to be perfect. Perfection is for the final final act. And yet, the more I observe myself, the more I find myself trying to be perfect. What is that about?
Is memory a sense? A time-travelling faculty? Can I remember the future?