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Minus sixty-one by Woodkid is a song that has recently come into my life. The first time I encountered it was June 27th, 2025. My wife had booked a trip to see her boys, the New Kids On The Block in Vegas and I was the classic husband-in-tow. This weekend
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At the time, I thought this was personality. Reliable. Practical. Calm under pressure. The person who kept moving. Looking back, I am no longer sure. In The Face of El Exiliado, I wrote about something I could not clearly see for most of my life. Part of me, the emotional,
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Lately, I’ve been carrying around a feeling that’s difficult to describe without sounding dramatic. I don’t feel broken. I don’t feel hopeless. I still get up, still think, still plan, still create. But underneath all of it, there’s something that feels used up. Not all
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I didn’t have much experience with relationships early on. I didn’t know how to talk to girls, let alone date them. So when Sandy showed up and wasn’t turned off by that, it stood out. She told me she liked going out with me because I wasn’
Reintegration Lens
There is a moment inside of it, and it happens while the loop is already running, not before and not after, but directly in the middle of it. I catch something that is not the thought itself, but the posture behind it, the forward lean, the way attention narrows and
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For more than two decades, the way I’ve operated can be described with a single word: Overdrive. This wasn’t a temporary push during stressful seasons. It was my default state. I didn’t consciously choose it. It developed out of necessity in a system where I didn’t
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For most of my life, I lived at a distance from myself. From the outside, things looked stable enough. I worked, I provided, I handled responsibilities, and I moved through the world in a way that most people would probably call normal. But internally there was always a separation—like
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Prologue: The Misunderstood Wound There is a chapter of this story I misunderstood for years, so deeply that I carried its shame like a stone in my chest. It happened nearly two years before the awakening, long before I had language for rupture or reintegration, long before I understood the
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When I look back at the way I used to move through the world, things finally make sense in a way they never did before. For years, I came across as distant, quiet, rigid, and sometimes completely shut off. Whenever emotions entered the room, I froze. Sometimes I struggled to
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There are childhood photos that sit quietly in albums for years, meaning little more than the moment they captured. But sometimes, much later in life, those same photos reveal a truth you were never able to see before. That’s what these images from my early years in Mexico have
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There’s a Mexican saying I didn’t grow up hearing, but the first time I encountered it, it landed with more truth than anything I’d ever heard about daily life. The phrase is simple: “Allá estamos mejor pero estamos peor, aquí estamos peor pero estamos mejor.” It basically
Field Notes
In Dungeons & Dragons, roles are everything. A successful adventuring party does not form by accident. It is assembled with intention, with characters who bring different strengths to the table. The classic lineup includes the fighter, the thief, the white wizard, and the black wizard. Each plays a distinct part.