Reclaiming My Mornings
A grounded reflection on how simple morning rituals—reading, journaling, movement, and meditation—help me recentre and return to myself. Not a routine for productivity, but a daily practice of presence, clarity, and quiet strength.
Floating Back to Myself
After weeks of drifting, a solitary swim in the Thames brought me back to myself. A moment of stillness, a lift in tension, and the quiet return to what matters.
Alcohol and the slow reckoning
A quiet war between two selves. This is the uneasy truce I’m trying to make.
The question that changed everything
It came on New Year’s Day and sliced straight through the noise: What if you only had one year left? Here’s how one question became the compass for a whole new way of living.
Growing Pains
I thought I’d outrun the crash. But behind the highlights—the marriage, the parties, the career—something darker was growing. This is what cracked, and what slowly started to heal.
Walking without a map
Building something real means facing doubt. I’m still walking, even without knowing the route.
What a difference a week makes
One boozy night, then a reset. This time, I caught it early—and that changed everything.
Love bombs & slow burns
Dating, chemistry, and the difference between rushing in and staying open. Still learning.
And just like that, the momentum was gone.
Three days of drinking, a foggy Tuesday, and the quiet decision to come back to myself.
The first step is the hardest
Beginning felt awkward, exposing, and necessary. Here’s what helped me finally hit publish.