Field Note 22F: Breathe When You Can
When the world came undone, I swam—not to compete, not to win, just to keep breathing. Swimming became the only place my body and mind agreed on a rhythm. Not calm. Not zen. Just survival. One breath at a time.
Field Note 0001-J: This Is Not Advice.
Setting up camp in uncertainty. Join me. I always bring s’mores and margaritas.