Recently, I’ve been moving more slowly than I expected. The past few weeks haven’t unfolded according to plan. An unexpected disruption shifted my pace in ways I didn’t choose. It took more out of me than I realized at first, and what I needed afterward wasn’t a quick recovery and a return to normal. I needed something quieter. This is the kind of reset we don’t often talk about. Not the intentional one with a fresh notebook and a clear vision. Not the clean slate or carefull

Years ago, a friend asked me to go with her to get her first tattoo—and then dared me to get one too. I'd vowed that I would never get a tattoo. But apparently my resistance to tattoos was weaker than my resistance to passing up a friendly challenge. After looking at hundreds of images, I kept coming back to a small, imperfect circle called an enso. I knew almost nothing about what it represented. I certainly didn't know that it would eventually become connected, for me, with