My friend’s little sister gave her this advice today regarding a bad venue decision, while casually playing Roblox:

“Tell your boss: Listen here, I’m the girl boss, i make the rules. You’re just the weird person. Who doesn’t do anything. Except pick weird places.”

Conflict resolution 10/10.

It’s wild how a mind-prison can make your nervous system feel like it’s literally physically blocking you from action.

I wanted overcoming it to feel like an avalanche, but today I’ll take the micro-step as a win.

In retrospect, it’s obvious the next step only appears after you make a move 💁‍♂️

I’ve started noticing that my neighbouring building has the same people who stay up late every night. It’s a nice feeling to finally feel present and settled enough in my new home to see that pattern over time.

There’s comfort in knowing we’re all up at this midnight hour. A temporal familiarity.

I’m on day 5 of trying to cross a mind prison I’ve been presented with. I can see the threshold. It’s right there. Come on nervous system, do the thing. Cross it.

It’s 1:30am and I’m waiting for contact lens solution to get Ubered to my place so I can finally take my eyes out and sleep.

Third night in a row I’ve stepped outside, fully intending to buy more, only to forget instantly and slip into ‘ah, I’m out for a walk’ mode.

I just want to sleep.