I've Been Thinking About 'Content' Lately

And a new daily creative practice

Dear friends,

I've been thinking about "content" lately. It's a word that haunts me, lurking behind every creative impulse. I feel it in my bones - this urge to package every fleeting idea, every raw emotion into something digestible, shareable, likeable. Even if it's just for Stories - it's exhausting, this constant pressure to somewhat perform our lives on a screen.

To push back against this tide, I've started writing a poem every day. It's been a while since I've dabbled in this medium, and it's a whole different universe from all the writing I've done in the past two decades.

There's something about poetry that resists being boxed in as "content." My favorite poems are like glimpses through a window - brief, vivid, and open to interpretation. They leave room for the reader to breathe, to wonder, to find their own meaning in the spaces between words.

This daily practice has become a way for me to relearn how to see. It's teaching me to notice the small things - the way light falls on a table, the rhythm of strangers' footsteps on the street, the quiet ache of an unspoken thought.