December has always felt different to me. There’s a stillness to it, a quiet heaviness in the air, like the world slows down just enough for memories to catch up. This is the month where the people I’ve lost feel closer somehow. Not physically present, but emotionally near. As if the distance between then and now thins just enough for their energy to brush against mine again. This reflection isn’t about legacy in the traditional sense. Not about accomplishments, timelines, or

There’s a strange weight to the phrase making it , as if it lives somewhere far ahead of us, shimmering like a mirage on the horizon. A finish line no one can see, yet everyone seems to be running toward. Fast. Fearlessly. Photogenically. Meanwhile, you’re just trying not to burn breakfast or lose yourself before the day even begins. And lately, I’ve been having these dramatic little moments where I look around at my life and think: “Wow… look at me.. trying to build a podcas

There are days when it feels like life is tossing waves at you from every direction: Responsibilities, emotions, expectations, social pressure, the random anxiety you didn’t order but somehow got delivered anyway. And somewhere in all of that noise, you catch yourself reacting on autopilot, swept up by everything around you without even realizing it. For the longest time, I didn’t notice how often I lived in that reactive state, jumping from one emotion to the next, one thoug