by samfrida | Oct 11, 2025 | Blog
Identity isn’t a mirror, it’s a molting. The layers that feel safest are often costumes stitched from praise, punishment, and the quiet survival tricks learned in crowded rooms. To meet the self beneath, shed the stories that made winning feel like worth and silence...
by samfrida | Oct 9, 2025 | Blog
The quote lands like a diagnosis: leaders don’t deform a healthy culture; they crystallize the fractures already running through it. In a world trained to prize immediacy, clicks today, dopamine now, depth becomes a disadvantage, and so we reward performers of...
by samfrida | Oct 9, 2025 | Blog
Every person is an unrepeatable original, as singular as a fingerprint and as storied as a repaired seam. Kintsugi teaches that breaks aren’t erased but traced in gold, making the vessel more itself, not less. Discarded shards say “ruined,” but golden joins say...
by samfrida | Oct 8, 2025 | Blog
In love, a horizon appears; in struggle, a backbone grows. The journey to meet oneself starts with a small mutiny, refusing to abandon the truth when old habits beg for anesthesia. Demons rarely breathe fire; they whisper instructions that once kept things safe:...
by samfrida | Oct 8, 2025 | Blog
The line in that screenshot has been sitting with me: growth seems to track how much truth can be held without bolting for the nearest distraction. Distraction is cozy because it lets the ego keep its costume on; if the lights stay dim, the script never has to change,...
