The Ache is the Map
I used to think I needed a map before I could move. Turns out, the ache itself was the map
all along. This week I’m sharing something that surfaced in real time during a moment where I felt
disagreement in my body before I could name why, and followed it instead of the easier
agreement. That small moment traces back to something much bigger: the mid-thirties
version of me who felt like a thousand scattered puzzle pieces, with zero clarity about where
any of it was leading, and followed the ache anyway.
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