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The Trigger That Taught Me the Most About Myself
For the ones still meeting themselves for the first time He cancelled at the last minute — plans we’d had for weeks, gone in one text, because someone else needed help. I said “of course, go” out loud. Inside, something else happened entirely. It wasn’t disappointment. It was fury. Hot, disproportionate, out-of-nowhere fury — the kind that makes you want to throw something across the room over a plan that, on paper, could just be rescheduled. The Fury Wasn’t About the Plan I knew, even as I felt it, that the size of my reaction didn’t match the size of the moment. He wasn’t wrong to help. I would have…
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Nothing Is Coincidental
Three days ago I found out someone else built my app. Same name. Same concept. I’d been chipping away at it quietly for six, seven months — the kind of slow, private building you don’t tell people about because it still feels too fragile to survive being said out loud. And then there it was. Already live. Already someone else’s. I was devastated. Not dramatic-devastated. Just hollowed out, the way you get when something you were protecting turns out to have already left the building. The next day, a video showed up on my feed. David Bayer, talking about visualization — and not the way I’d always understood it. Not…
