Some days remind you of the weight you carry — the history in your bones, the wisdom in your work, the steadiness you bring even when the world feels unsteady around you.

Recently, I found myself noticing how often our presence is expected but not always understood. How easily people rely on the depth we offer without pausing to consider the cost of carrying that depth. Or worse, discounting it relative to their lived experiences.

Both moments hum with a familiar chord — one many of us have learned to recognize in silence.

I expanded on this in my latest Substack reflection, written from a softer place: honest, aware, but rooted in peace rather than battle.

Read the full reflection on Substack:
The Price of Presence (Revisited)