Voice memos have always captured my unfiltered thoughts. Now I'm embracing new tools that help transform that audio chaos into structured writing without sacrificing authenticity. This isn't about sanitizing my voice—it's about accepting that the creative mess and the polished result can coexist.
Kansas City storms revealed how emergency weather radio nets transform from dorky rituals to vital systems when severe weather hits. From Oklahoma tornado sirens to scanner traffic, I've found myself drawn to amateur radio and storm spotting, contemplating the leap from observer to participant.
Pretend I'm your therapist. What issues are plaguing you? I genuinely want to be here for you.
Cobbled together a radio station with eBay leftovers and curiosity. Didn’t expect much. Got disco pirates, weather loops, and the occasional existential crisis. Honestly? Not a bad trade.
I was trying to figure out how to make my blog not be only about my problems, but then—well—one more post about my problems.
A heady mix of time alone to think, the slow creep of age, lingering anxiety about what the stroke may have left behind, and some of the best therapy I’ve ever had has cast a sharper light on things I used to brush off.
Stroke’s done, heart’s ticking, just waiting to see if I get a tune-up in March.
Burnout, dread, and the sense that everything’s unraveling—caught between panic, paralysis, and yelling at Cybertrucks.