Hello readers, I feel slightly overwhelmed this morning. I’ve been staring at this screen for almost an hour, unable to write a single word, not because there are none, but because there are too many. They’re all trying to come through at once, fighting for priority , for shape, for order. So I’ll take it step by step. I’ll unfold it instead of forcing it. This book (this entry is a part of the book I'm writing) will be finished in a month . And as proud and excited as I am about it, I’m...

Hello readers, Am I completely delusional, or absurdly aware? I’ve realized I’m always standing in that liminal space, halfway between the identity I inherited and the identity I’m practicing into existence. That’s really what my so-called “delusion” has always been: believing that my vision would materialize long before there was any proof that it could. Believing I could become exactly who I wanted to be, even when nothing in my life matched it yet. The personal part has always felt...

I’ve been trying to let ChatGPT write an article for my blog from a conversation I had with it, but I’m never better served than by myself. Just a reminder that AI can do plenty, but it won’t steal my unique voice and vision. What comes out of me holds a vibration of authenticity, and it just hit different. After writing at Radio Bush yesterday, I knew there was more inside me, so I sent my entry to ChatGPT and asked it to create a few questions to help me dive into the core of what I was...