On a freezing morning aboard the boat, I found myself choosing kindling over the thermostat. Lighting the fire took more work, but it reminded me why some effortful choices make life feel richer, warmer and more alive.

After weeks of drifting, a solitary swim in the Thames brought me back to myself. A moment of stillness, a lift in tension, and the quiet return to what matters.

Building something real means facing doubt. I’m still walking, even without knowing the route.

One boozy night, then a reset. This time, I caught it early—and that changed everything.

Dating, chemistry, and the difference between rushing in and staying open. Still learning.

Three days of drinking, a foggy Tuesday, and the quiet decision to come back to myself.

Beginning felt awkward, exposing, and necessary. Here’s what helped me finally hit publish.