writing
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“You Never See the Compounding”
Most people notice results. Very few notice accumulation. The individual action rarely looks impressive. The compounding does. Continue reading
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“The sketches aren’t finished. Neither am I.”
I sat down with my reMarkable Pro and started writing by hand again. The sketches weren’t finished—and honestly, neither am I. Continue reading
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“The mountains are still there”
It’s strange how something that big can disappear just because you stop looking. A moment about fear, attention, and learning to choose your response. Continue reading
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🎬 Street Cinema — “I Write Because It Feels” ⭐
Sometimes writing feels like sending a signal into the void—hoping someone out there hears it. Continue reading
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Don’t Feed the Bad with the Bad 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
Plastic Man meets judgement at a farmers market and learns a harsher truth: feeding bad energy just multiplies it. This Hood Chronicles entry is a choice to rebuild with respect, discipline, and faith. Continue reading
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“Collecting Isn’t the Enemy — Impulse Is”
Impulse movie buying. I love physical media — 4Ks, Blu-rays, special editions, steelbooks. I’ve already gotten better than I used to be, but I know the truth: sometimes I buy out of stress. It’s a quick hit. A temporary “I did something” feeling. So I’m tightening that lane. Not because movies are “bad,” but because… Continue reading
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“My Dad Carries an Invisible Ceiling”
A $200 shaver sparked a bigger thought: my dad carries an invisible ceiling—limits disguised as protection. I’m questioning which ones I refuse to inherit. Continue reading
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“Writing Into the Void”
A tired-night entry about writing into the void—small irritations, real love for my mother, and grief for someone I barely knew. Continue reading
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“One Percent Today”
One percent today meant showing up anyway—late, tired, and still non-negotiable. A crowded gym, a quiet lesson from John 13, and a reminder that discipline is a way to see. Continue reading
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“Kill Bill: The Long-Ass Version Tomorrow”
Second day back in the gym, dry eyes acting up, and then out of nowhere — Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair pops up on my screen. Sometimes the day gives you a little spark when you least expect it. Continue reading