by samfrida | Oct 18, 2025 | Blog
Choose the door that scares you because it’s yours; the tidy one is just applause with better lighting, and a life curated for approval is a windowless room where wonder can’t breathe. The heart isn’t asking permission, it’s issuing coordinates and judgment is only a...
by samfrida | Oct 17, 2025 | Blog
Reading “Trees” makes one truth impossible to dodge: only nature can do what nature does and it does it without asking for notice. A single tree turns light into life, slows rain, steadies soil, offers shelter, and somehow becomes a place to pray. The ocean works on...
by samfrida | Oct 16, 2025 | Blog
Love is an exquisite contradiction: two selves guarding their edges while daring to dissolve, a dance that forbids ownership yet invites surrender. It grows by giving away what it cannot keep, attention, freedom, responsibility, until intimacy becomes the art of...
by samfrida | Oct 16, 2025 | Blog
“Woke” and “un‑woke” are just brand labels for a shelf I used to shop from when I outsourced my reflection to other people’s eyes. For years, I lived inside a high‑budget movie about me, well lit, well scored, and not real until presence walked onto the set and asked...
by samfrida | Oct 15, 2025 | Blog
We’re curating ourselves into mannequins. We’ve gotten so good at pretending that the performance now feels like the person. Polished outrage, curated humility, compassion with a call‑to‑action button. The timeline scrolls like a city of mannequins rehearsing...
by samfrida | Oct 14, 2025 | Blog
Presence isn’t a finish line; it’s a language I relearn every day, one word of self‑talk at a time. Some mornings it’s fluent, other days it’s broken, and that inconsistency used to scare me until I realized growth sounds choppy before it sounds clear. Freedom, for...
