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I followed all the rules straight into a breakdown.

As a plan for changing your life, I do not recommend it.

I write and speak about the emotional, mental, physical, and financial costs of holding everything together while your world is coming apart. And what becomes possible when you finally stop.

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People tell me things.
I've stopped questioning it.

Wherever I go, people think I look familiar.
Strangers confess their secrets to me.
Travelers ask me for directions in countries where I don't speak the language.

My mother and I play a game called Three Pieces of Information. We’ll pick a stranger, sometimes a couple or a group. We might see them riding the train or in a restaurant. And we’ll construct an entire life about them from three observable facts.

I'm convinced this is what made me a writer.

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“I have some thoughts.”

Speaking

Talks about pressure, reinvention, caregiving, creativity,
and figuring out what to do when there are no easy answers.

One-On-One Advisory

Break Through Before You Break Down

You don’t want to blow up your life.
But you do want it to stop feeling like someone else’s.

These private sessions are for people navigating complicated decisions, high-pressure environments, and moments where the old way of operating no longer fits.

Together we separate pressure from truth, reconnect to your own judgment, and figure out what comes next.

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You deserve a better answer than “Whatever.”

We were the generation nobody worried about. Self-sufficient by necessity. Independent by default. We let ourselves in after school, figured things out on our own, and got so good at not needing anything from anyone that eventually we forgot we were allowed to.

We were cynical enough to see through the machine and responsible enough to work our asses off to succeed inside it anyway. We didn't sell out exactly. We just did what we were supposed to. And somewhere between the college degree and the mortgage and the kids and the job we got good at but never actually loved, the life we imagined and the person we were going to be just quietly didn't happen.

We were handed the bill for everyone else's choices and paid it without complaining.

It’s time to stop letting the days go by.

Kudos & Accolades

Observations, Essays, and
Occasional Dog Pictures

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