Leaving The Window Open

I’ve never been great at knowing where to begin.

So I tend to start with a window.

I leave it cracked—just enough to let in the breeze, or a thought I hadn’t planned on, or the memory of something I was sure I forgot.

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That’s what this is.

This blog isn’t a manifesto. It’s not advice. It’s not even particularly well-organized. It’s just the sound of me thinking out loud, in real time, with the window open—hoping something drifts in that’s worth saving.

If you’ve ever circled the same thought more than once, or tried to explain a feeling with words that showed up late—this place might feel familiar.

The posts that follow won’t always have tidy endings. But I’ll try to keep them honest. And maybe a little warm.

—Everett