When you don't recognize yourself 🤷🏻
On wandering off-trail and finding our way back. 🧭
I’m not entirely sure what to write to you as I start off on this edition of Field Notes. My mind is mush. I’ve been in a deep brain fog. But as I write this poolside from La Paz, Mexico, I can feel my body decompressing, like I’m finally letting out some air that has been building for months.
It has not been my best week, my friends—the one before Mexi…
