Twyla Tharp once wrote that many people never move past the “box stage'“ of creativity. their research and scraps pile up but never cohere into anything. I think about this all the time. How easy it is to live inside the comfort of collecting. How much harder and braver it is to make something.

The person you choose to marry should always add to the softness and luxury you have already created for yourself.

I think the scariest part of growing older is realizing how easy it is to disappear without anyone noticing. You stop showing up to things, you stop answering messages, and life still goes on without you. The world doesn’t pause, people don’t wait, and that realization is both freeing and heartbreaking at the same time

People are so helplessly chronically online they see a perfectly normal activity being done in public like reading or journalling and think nah that can’t be real... that it’s so unusual it must be “performative”... lol

I want to be so disgustingly well read. I want to be sitting at tables and speaking of books with names that roll off your tongue like an exotic animal’s name. I want to talk about theories and the expanse of science and philosophy and the universe and religion and love and my career. Education is fun when you change your perspective.

maybe real intimacy is being able to fall apart in front of someone and still feel safe

Repetition rewires

Repetition rewires

Repetition rewires

As a neuroscientist, I can tell you: your brain rewires what you repeat - for better or worse. Neuroplasticity doesn’t discriminate.

The circuits you strengthen today become your default tomorrow.

If AI is flattening everyone into some beige corporate mush, then the only antidote is to swing hard in the other direction. Become the feral prophet at the edge of the village.

most of you are like ~20 pomodoros away from the life you want