I’m not going to be an angry activist, and I hope the movement can still accept me. Sometimes I think I’m not meant to perform advocacy. There’s a stereotype surrounding the profession: passionate, righteous, and most of all, angry. …

My mind wanders when I allow it, and sometimes, even when I don’t allow it. Why is it hard to be present? So many thoughts to be had, information to be read, words to be typed. Every moment needs to be maximized to its most productive use. But who am…

Did I spend my time in a way that I’ll regret? Did I waste a part of me, pouring it into ideas that won’t resonate, skills that will go to waste in time? What does it mean to succeed? And what matters, after I’ve burned through four years? How do…