
Voice, Ink, and the Shape of Thought
This morning, I traded my keyboard for my voice. Instead of typing out my morning pages, I hit record and let my thoughts spill out in a stream-of-consciousness monologue. What came out wasn’t just more—it was different. The ideas had a rhythm. The insights were rawer. And strangely, I found myself pausing not because I was stuck—but because I needed a moment to process what