The Infinite Starr

life

  • The Barbarian’s Life Coach

    I met a man named Dale in the frozen food aisle. Now before you get excited, Dale was not shopping for frozen vegetables. Dale was standing in front of six family-sized lasagnas, two pizzas, a gallon bucket of ice cream, and something called Bacon Explosion Bites. I didn’t know Bacon Explosion Bites existed. Part of…

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  • The Visitor’s Guide to Earth

    There was no beginning. At least not the kind humans understand. No clocks.No calendars.No birthdays.No deadlines.No Mondays. Just endless awareness stretching in every direction like an ocean without a shoreline. And somewhere in that infinite place sat a soul preparing for departure. A nervous little spark of consciousness holding what could only be described as…

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  • The Drop That Forgot Its Size

    Rainy days always change the world. People don’t notice it because they are busy running from it. They pull jackets over their heads. They hurry toward doorways. They retreat into coffee shops and living rooms. Windshield wipers begin their hypnotic dance. Parking lots empty. Sidewalks lose their audience. The world becomes quieter. More honest. Rain…

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  • The Stranger Living Between My Ears

    Somewhere along the way, we started speaking to the voice in the head in the third person. Not because we lost our mind. Quite the opposite. It happened because one morning, while standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing our teeth, the voice started talking again. You know the one. The running commentary. The…

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  • Born of Sevens

    There was a table hidden in plain sight. Not the kind hidden behind locked doors or guarded by passwords. The kind hidden because most people would never recognize its value if they sat down in the empty chair. The room itself was ordinary. Wood floors. Dim lights. Coffee cups scattered across the table. No one…

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  • The Things We Carry

    I used to think I was a cactus. Turns out I wasn’t. I was just a stubborn plant trapped in bad circumstances. Back then I lived in a dented coffee can sitting on the floorboard of an old eighteen-wheeler. The man who carried me around wasn’t much different than I was. We were both things…

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  • The Strange Silence After the Storm

    It took a long time to get where I was going. Not the kind of long time people celebrate with a social media post and a handful of emojis. The kind of long time measured in endurance. Measured in getting up when every cell in your body voted against it. Measured in swallowing your pride…

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  • The Audacity of Becoming

    There comes a point in life where you have to wake up in the morning, swing your feet over the side of the bed, and decide exactly who you are going to be before the world gets a vote. Not tomorrow. Not when the money shows up. Not when the relationship works out. Not when…

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  • The Ones

    Every morning you need to wake yourself up before the alarm clock does. Not your body. Not your schedule. Not your responsibilities. You. The version of you that forgets. The version that gets tired. The version that wakes up sore, frustrated, discouraged, and wondering if all this effort is actually going anywhere. That version needs…

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  • The Sweetness of the Dark

    Are the sleepwalkers afraid to go into the darkness? I think they are. Not because the darkness is dangerous. Not because something is waiting for them there. Because the darkness asks questions the daylight lets them avoid. The darkness is different when you’re strange. When you’re weird. When you’ve spent your entire life being told…

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