Accidental eavesdropping

Our neighbors were having the most intense conversation on their balcony tonight. Something about whether you can really change after thirty-five or if you just become better at managing who you’ve always been. Jake and I weren’t trying to listen, but sound carries when windows are open and voices get passionate.

Accidental eavesdropping

Jake paused mid-coffee pour when the woman said, “I think we just get better at choosing which parts of ourselves to feed.” He looked at me with this expression like he’d just heard something profound. Which, honestly, he had.

Coffee delivery with commentary included.

We ended up talking for two hours about it. About whether my pottery teaching thing is me changing or just finally having space to be something I always was. About whether his guitar practice during my nursing school years was hiding or just waiting. About how maybe growth isn’t becoming someone new—it’s just getting brave enough to let more of yourself show up.