Reflections from life on the river—slow mornings, introspection, and the quiet work of living with intention.
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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.
Building something real means facing doubt. I’m still walking, even without knowing the route.
One boozy night, then a reset. This time, I caught it early—and that changed everything.
Dating, chemistry, and the difference between rushing in and staying open. Still learning.
Three days of drinking, a foggy Tuesday, and the quiet decision to come back to myself.
Beginning felt awkward, exposing, and necessary. Here’s what helped me finally hit publish.