diaries
Unpolished but honest. These entries aren’t essays—they’re dispatches. Notes from the margins of ambition and burnout, simplicity and striving. I write them mostly for myself, but maybe they’ll mean something to you too.
Unpolished but honest. These entries aren’t essays—they’re dispatches. Notes from the margins of ambition and burnout, simplicity and striving. I write them mostly for myself, but maybe they’ll mean something to you too.
Click-clacked this on my ReMarkable after two months of burnout. It’s not about chickens today—it’s about the cost of building a life you believe in.