SAM Frida
Unfiltered – ish
Brain Colonizers
We call it adventure, but sometimes it’s invasion with prettier branding. We scroll past the YouTube vlogs, the “moving to X for cheaper rent” hacks, the slick montages of grocery prices and beach sunsets, and we mistake affordability for permission. We think about...
Love isn’t blind, it’s brave!
Love Is Blind hooks me because it’s less about spectacle and more about watching people choose between performance and truth, between the safety of approval and the risk of being seen. The moment someone says, “I’m afraid I’m not enough,” everything shifts, connection...
Seen And Steady
Authenticity isn’t dumping your feelings. It’s standing there after you speak and not folding. It’s breath held steady while your body screams for approval. It’s the difference between truth and spill. Most of us overshare because we can’t hold the charge. We want...
Borderless, On Purpose
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...
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...