I am not here to be admired. I am here to feel. To ache. To be changed by contact with the world, not insulated from it.

Who would you be without the need to constantly manage your own perception?

What would your work look like if you weren’t trying to impress an invisible jury?

Who might you love if you weren’t terrified of being the first to tremble?

People say control is power, but that’s only true if you have never actually held any. Real power is not the ability to tighten your grip, it’s the confidence to unclench. Power isn’t the script; it’s the shiver. The shatter. The scandal of not knowing what’s next and still saying yes . Control is what the anxious reach for when seduction feels too... See more

The lie of control is that it keeps you safe. But what it really keeps is distance from intimacy, from surprise, from your own evolution. We choreograph conversations down to the last emoji because we fear what might happen if we say what we really mean. We script our futures with five-year plans and productivity hacks and “manifestation boards” be... See more