SAM Frida
Unfiltered – ish
Sanctuary, Not Scenery
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...
Letting Go, Without Leaving
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...
Unbranded Presence
“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...
Unmasking the Metrics
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...
Editing the Inner Voice
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...
The cover is easy; the content takes courage
(Note to self): Emile Zola’s line hits hard: most will see the cover, a few will skim the intro, and even fewer will sit with the chapters. Ego loves predictability, so it labels quickly, yet humility asks for a pause, a breath, and a sincere “What’s your story?”...
Recovery from Covert Narcissism: Don’t Underestimate the Strength
Covert narcissism doesn’t arrive with a neon sign; it arrives as charm, shared values, and mirroring that feels like recognition. Then come the quiet cuts, gaslighting disguised as concern, shifting stories framed as “misunderstandings,” and silent punishments that...
The Original Pulse
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...
The Mirror We Keep Polishing
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...