I didn't plan it. There was no agenda. No calculation. A friend of mine — a creative — had been in a situation for years that I couldn't stop thinking about. The more I turned it over in my mind the more unjust it felt. Businesses...
Thursday. Still in it. Nobody told me to perform. That's the thing I keep coming back to. Nobody sat me down and said — right, from now on, make it look effortless. Make the capable look natural. Don't let anyone see the cost. I just...
A therapist gave me a word for it. Actually, two words. Hyper competent. She said it like it was a diagnosis, which I suppose it was. And my first instinct — because I am who I am — was to take it as a compliment. Hyper competent....
Thursday. Somewhere between knowing and changing. I've been thinking about Ms Rose all week. Not in a sad way. In a studying way. Like going back to read a book you read as a child and realising you understood none of it the first time. She never asked...
I caught myself doing it again. That's the thing about naming a pattern — you can't unsee it. Since Entry 01 went up, I've been watching myself in real time. Mid-conversation, mid-meeting, mid-friendship. And there it is, every single time, quiet and automatic — the mental...
Someone asked me today what I do for fun. I paused longer than I should have. Long enough for it to be awkward. And in that pause I went through a mental list — DJing, the podcast, the company, writing — before I realised that every...
I don't have friends. I have collaborators. There. I said it. I've been sitting with this thought for a while now, turning it over in my head like a song I can't quite place. It came out of a session — one of those conversations where someone...
I left the family WhatsApp group a while back. Not with a big, dramatic exit or a long, scathing message. Just a quiet, almost imperceptible departure. One moment I was there, a passive observer in a sea of shared photos and sporadic "Good Morning" messages,...
