myfirstideas.hashnode.devThe Pause Before We Unmute Means More Than We AdmitWe’ve learned a new kind of silence. It sits between the click of “Join” and the moment our voice threads into the room. In that pause, the camera calibrates, the mind searches, and intention gathers. It’s not stage fright so much as a small ceremony...Jan 26·4 min read
myfirstideas.hashnode.devI sat with the quiet questions between appetite and intentionThere’s a certain hush that settles over conversations about weight and appetite, as if we’re all speaking in a library where the shelves remember everything we’ve ever tried to change. Lately, that hush has felt heavier. New names slip into friendsh...Jan 26·5 min read
myfirstideas.hashnode.devSoft faces, unseen scaffoldsThere is a moment in a clinic waiting room when the air feels painstakingly arranged—high white light, soft chairs, a tray whispering against a counter. It’s the sort of place where transformation doesn’t shout; it rehearses. That’s where I first hea...Jan 23·5 min read
myfirstideas.hashnode.devPeace that shows up while the worry staysI keep noticing how calm can arrive without sending a calendar invite. It shows up oddly, like a cat at the door—aloof, undecided, ready to sprint if you move too fast. Meanwhile, the noise in the head keeps humming, a fluorescent light you can’t swi...Jan 23·5 min read
myfirstideas.hashnode.devI kept noticing the same three letters in every conversationI didn’t intend to notice it. The acronym just kept tapping on the glass of ordinary life—whispered across coffee lines, side-eyed in group chats, threaded into podcasts between ads for shoes and software. Three letters becoming a kind of cultural pa...Jan 23·5 min read
