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  Command Affirmations I’ve been running an experiment in how I talk to myself. For years, when I wanted something — a change, a break, a door to open — my internal posture was one of hopeful waiting. I would  wish  for things to line up. I would  hope  the right opportunity would find me. And underneath all of that, there was a quiet, unexamined assumption: that I was the one asking, and something else was the one granting. Lately, I’ve been trying the opposite. The Shift It started small. A desire for an invite to a particular technical society. It was a professional situation I’d been circling for months. Every time I thought about it, my inner voice would say something like: "I hope this works out". And one day, without planning it, I heard myself think something else instead: "Invite, I command you come to me now." I didn’t say it out loud. I didn’t write it down. I just let it sit there in my mind, a flat statement, no pleading attached. And something shif...

  One Size Fits All… Or Does It? Tuesday night thoughts. The quiet kind that show up when the day slows down a little. I’ve been thinking about reading lately. Not just  what  we read, but  how  we read. When I was growing up, reading was presented in a very straightforward way. Sit down. Look at the page. Read silently. That was the model. And for some people, it worked beautifully. But for others, it didn’t quite land the same way. For me, silent reading has always felt a little… incomplete. I can do it. I’ve done it my whole life. But something about it feels flat, almost like half of the experience is missing. What really brings text alive for me is  text-to-speech  combined with reading along visually. Listening while my eyes follow the words. That pairing—audio and visual together—rounds things out. It gives the words rhythm. It gives the sentences shape. The meaning seems to settle in more naturally. It’s what people now call  immersive rea...

  Flexibility as My Superpower It’s late. The house is quiet. And I keep circling back to a simple thought: I think flexibility might be my superpower. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a “bend with the wind and conquer the world” kind of way. Just in a steady, ordinary, keep-your-balance kind of way. When I look at my day-to-day life, it’s full of systems. Software systems. Websites. Platforms. Devices. People. AI tools. They’re all powerful. They’re all impressive. They’re all, in their own way, a little rigid. Systems don’t bend to my mood. They don’t care about my preferences. They require certain inputs. They expect certain behaviors. If I don’t give them what they require, I get friction. Error messages. Confusion. Unexpected charges. Interfaces that don’t behave the way I hoped. Collaborations that don’t flow the way I imagined. And that’s where flexibility comes in. Not as surrender. Not as weakness. But as alignment. If I can step back and say, “Okay. What does this system req...

  Lundi Gras Midnight was approaching without announcement. The French Quarter hummed differently now. The laughter had grown looser. The music sharpened at the edges. Somewhere, someone counted down, though most people didn’t need to. They felt it. Marie walked toward St. Louis Cathedral. She did not rush. She did not hesitate. The sky above Jackson Square was deep blue, nearly black. The cathedral stood pale against it, steady and older than everything happening around it. Candles flickered inside. The doors were still open. It was Lundi Gras. Fat Monday. It was almost Mardi Gras Tuesday. She stepped inside. The air changed immediately—cooler, quieter. The scent of wax and old wood replaced sugar and coffee. The echo of the city softened behind her. She paused in the aisle. Rows of empty pews stretched forward. A few late-night visitors knelt in silence. No one looked at her. The clock struck twelve. Somewhere outside, a cheer rose. Inside, nothing moved. She walked toward the si...

  My Deep Dive into Past-Tense Affirmations Hey fellow travelers on the path of self‑discovery! Lately, I’ve been exploring a twist on traditional affirmations — not the usual “I am” statements, but something that feels like bending time a little: 📌 Writing affirmations in the past tense, as if the outcome has already happened. Instead of “I will get my dream job,” it becomes: “I accepted my dream job offer.” Instead of “My tax refund is coming,” it becomes: “My IRS refund came quickly and easily.” There’s something powerful about phrasing a desire as an accomplished fact. It shifts the emotional center of gravity. It feels less like hoping and more like remembering. My Digital Laboratory I’m a modern‑day explorer, so my tool of choice isn’t pen and paper — it’s my word processor. I type these “already accomplished” statements into a document like a logbook of future successes. And here’s the liberating part:  your mind doesn’t care about the medium. Pen, whisper, keyboard — ...

  King Cake New Orleans. Café du Monde. Even late at night, it never really sleeps. The air carries sugar, coffee, and the low hum of voices drifting through the open square. The iron tables are cool to the touch, the marble tabletops faintly sticky with powdered sugar from earlier in the evening. Marie LeClare. Twenty-six years old. A happy, vivacious brunette with warm brown eyes. French ancestry on both sides of her family. Her family had been in New Orleans since 1860. Born and bred in New Orleans. This cafe wasn’t a destination for her. It was background. It was home. A software developer by profession. The kind who works late and thinks in systems and patterns. The kind who finds comfort in structure—but who still needs nights like this to feel balanced again. Late-night coffee at Café du Monde. Cash only. She folded a few bills onto the saucer without thinking. The ritual mattered. The continuity mattered. Dark French roast coffee steamed in the white cup, bitter and strong,...

  My Ongoing Experiment With Personal Projects Lately I’ve been noticing something I’m already doing, but not really thinking about. I’ve been running a quiet set of self-experiments around self-leadership — not by declaring goals or optimizing routines, but by paying attention to what actually survives day-to-day life. What keeps going when things are busy. What keeps going when things slow down. What doesn’t require motivation, permission, or coordination. That’s where  personal projects  come in. By personal projects, I mean activities over which I have  complete control . They’re: self-directed fun durable sustainable They work when life is hectic. They still work when life opens up a bit. And the interesting part is this: I already have references for this in my life — I just tend to take them for granted. Sleep, for example. The duration changes, but it doesn’t disappear. Eating. Walking around my living area. Brushing my teeth. Feeding the cats. These aren’t p...