Ditching the need to present perfection.
Almost 10 years ago, I woke up at 4am on Christmas morning to hike up a mountain in the dark.
I stopped at the top to enjoy the sunrise with a “breakfast beer” (I was still drinking back then), snowboarded back down, and returned to the house. My family had all piled in under the same roof for the week, so I’d slid into an open chair at an already-full breakfast table.
I used to worry about which parts of myself to share. The whole thing felt risky. In a setting where I never really knew what to say or how to say it, that morning adventure—and others like it—let me stop caring. I was content to sip my coffee in silence, surrounded by sound.
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onward.
