What you said landed like truth echoing back—one I didn’t realise needed repeating until you did. That line about the “work you dislike” being a mirror, not a mistake? That’s the whole thesis behind what we’re building💜
We’ve been taught to escape. Reframe. Hustle out of the pain.
But some of us need to understand it first.
Hold it. Name it.
Turn the fracture into a kind of compass.💜
You’re doing that.
And I just want you to know it matters.💜
We’re building scaffolding for people who feel this deep.
Not an empire.
A sanctuary that scales.💜
If you ever want to help shape that sanctuary—or just rest in it—you’ve already got a seat.💜
Truth finds its own echo...so happy this resonated! Your words "But some of us need to understand it first. Hold it. Name it. Turn the fracture into a kind of compass" perfectly articulate the alchemy I speak to. That's it. Some of us truly need to allow ourselves to be transformed, to genuinely appreciate the wisdom and growth these moments afford us. It's also about the choice we have, to see things differently as serving us. We might not know when this wisdom will serve its ultimate purpose, but we trust that it absolutely will. Cheers, to a sanctuary that scales 🥂
The way you turned “fracture” into a compass? That line’s going to live with me. Not just because it’s beautiful — but because it works. It makes sense of the mess. Gives shape to the fog.
You saw something in this and built scaffolding around it. That’s not just resonance — that’s architecture.
Thank you for showing up with your full self. That’s what we’re building this whole thing on.💜
During a visit to NASA in 1962, President Kennedy was touring the facility and stopped to speak with a janitor who was mopping the floor. JFK reportedly asked the man what he was doing. The janitor replied:
“I’m helping put a man on the Moon, Mr. President.”
Thank you for sharing. What an incredible story! It's a brilliant illustration of how we imbue our work with meaning through our own lens. It illustrates how the external work becomes a forge for internal purpose when seen through a different perspective. Exactly the kind of thinking I hope my essay sparks.
Hey! I saw your post pop up on my homepage and wanted to show some support. If you get a chance, I’d really appreciate a little love on my latest newsletter too always happy to boost each other!
This isn’t just a comment.
It’s resonance.
What you said landed like truth echoing back—one I didn’t realise needed repeating until you did. That line about the “work you dislike” being a mirror, not a mistake? That’s the whole thesis behind what we’re building💜
We’ve been taught to escape. Reframe. Hustle out of the pain.
But some of us need to understand it first.
Hold it. Name it.
Turn the fracture into a kind of compass.💜
You’re doing that.
And I just want you to know it matters.💜
We’re building scaffolding for people who feel this deep.
Not an empire.
A sanctuary that scales.💜
If you ever want to help shape that sanctuary—or just rest in it—you’ve already got a seat.💜
Truth finds its own echo...so happy this resonated! Your words "But some of us need to understand it first. Hold it. Name it. Turn the fracture into a kind of compass" perfectly articulate the alchemy I speak to. That's it. Some of us truly need to allow ourselves to be transformed, to genuinely appreciate the wisdom and growth these moments afford us. It's also about the choice we have, to see things differently as serving us. We might not know when this wisdom will serve its ultimate purpose, but we trust that it absolutely will. Cheers, to a sanctuary that scales 🥂
This hit like truth wrapped in warmth.
The way you turned “fracture” into a compass? That line’s going to live with me. Not just because it’s beautiful — but because it works. It makes sense of the mess. Gives shape to the fog.
You saw something in this and built scaffolding around it. That’s not just resonance — that’s architecture.
Thank you for showing up with your full self. That’s what we’re building this whole thing on.💜
Nice piece! Reminded me of this story….
During a visit to NASA in 1962, President Kennedy was touring the facility and stopped to speak with a janitor who was mopping the floor. JFK reportedly asked the man what he was doing. The janitor replied:
“I’m helping put a man on the Moon, Mr. President.”
Thank you for sharing. What an incredible story! It's a brilliant illustration of how we imbue our work with meaning through our own lens. It illustrates how the external work becomes a forge for internal purpose when seen through a different perspective. Exactly the kind of thinking I hope my essay sparks.
Hey! I saw your post pop up on my homepage and wanted to show some support. If you get a chance, I’d really appreciate a little love on my latest newsletter too always happy to boost each other!