I’ve been writing this blog for five days now. Five. Not because I didn’t know what I wanted to say. Because every time I thought I had it figured out, something felt off. I’d write. Delete. Rewrite. Go sit on the porch. Watch the rain. Listen to a song. Think about a conversation. Notice something in the sky. Start over. Again. Could I give you every breadcrumb? Sure. The songs. The conversations. The dreams. The patterns. The random o

There’s been weird energy lately. Old memories resurfacing. Weird timing. Repeating numbers. And maybe the bigger question isn’t “what does it mean?” but why it caught your attention in the first place.