Time for Evolution

The world has changed. Writing should change too.

I’ve been thinking lately about change. About how we resist it, or ignore it, even when it’s knocking down our door. Even when it's necessary.

A year ago, my mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor. A month ago, she crossed over. In that time, my world shifted—not just because of her passing, but because everything feels more urgent. More fragile. More uncertain. These changes have changed me. They’ve changed how I think about my work. And I just don’t want to write the way I used to anymore.

For a while now, I’ve been writing about self-improvement—about how to make better decisions so we can live better lives. Maybe the era of self-improvement should end. “Being our best selves” and “practicing self care”… these are luxuries. And hollow ones.

We don’t live in a vacuum. We are human. We live in societies. Our best selves mean nothing if the world is going to shit.

Things are different now. The bigger picture matters more.