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  • 🧠 Brain Static #4

    Apparently… A sloth can hold its breath underwater for up to 40 minutes. A dolphin? Around 10 minutes. Which means… A sloth would probably beat me in a swimming contest. I don’t know how I feel about that. Until next time, —Destiny P.S. What’s the most unnecessary fact living rent-free in your head?

  • Sunday Things #4

    It’s strange how quickly your definition of a good day can change. A couple of weeks ago, a good day probably wouldn’t have been defined by taking a shower without immediately needing to lie down afterward. Or being able to leave the house for a few hours. Or waking up and realizing the cramps that…

  • History After Dark #2

    The Green Children of Woolpit The Medieval Mystery No One Has Ever Explained Welcome to History After Dark. The kind of history that didn’t quite make it into your textbooks. Imagine you’re harvesting wheat in a quiet English village. The morning is ordinary. Fields stretch gold beneath the late-summer sun, and the only sounds are…

  • Between the Lines #3

    Dinner With My Fears Tonight, I sat at a tablewith all of my fears. There wasn’t enough room. Failure arrived first,still wearing my face. She smiled politely,asked if I’d finally acceptedthat I’ll never becomeeverything I dreamed of. Before I could answer, Grief pulled out a chair. She didn’t say much. She never does. She just…

  • Learning to Look Closer #4

    Most people probably wouldn’t have stopped for her. She was just a little brown moth outside near the cat food. And with cats around, that probably wasn’t the safest place for her to be. So I picked her up. I expected her to fight me. To flutter her wings, scramble away, or do whatever tiny…

  • 🧠 Brain Static #3

    Random thought I had in the shower… Conditioner. How many people only put it on their roots? How many people only put it on the ends? How many people put it in and rinse it right back out? And… How many people actually leave it in for the recommended 2–3 minutes? I have so many…

  • Sunday Things #3

    There’s something about Sundays that makes me look back at the week a little differently. The little moments start connecting. The uncomfortable ones. The funny ones. The ones that seemed insignificant at the time but somehow became the story. This week wasn’t productive. It wasn’t exciting. It was slow. And maybe that’s exactly what I…

  • Recovery Update: We Have Poop

    I have officially reached the stage of surgery recovery where I am publicly celebrating a bowel movement. After taking stool softeners all week and adding Miralax this morning, it finally happened. There was, however, some engineering involved. I didn’t want to strain and hurt my stomach, so I needed something to elevate my feet. Enter:…

  • Between the Lines #2

    Darkness, My Old Friend I am completely at peace as darkness wraps me in her sweet embrace. I’m not scared. I’m not worried. I have no apprehension for what’s to come. I welcome her like an old friend. We sit together. We talk. We dream about all the could bes and what ifs. She listens…

  • Day Two

    Recovery is strange. Everyone prepares you for the surgery. Not many people prepare you for the waiting afterward. Today has mostly been heating pads, naps, walking a little, trying to get comfortable, and discovering that the trapped gas from laparoscopic surgery is somehow more annoying than the incisions themselves. I’ve become very grateful for whoever…