An actuary training as an existential psychotherapist. I write about the gap between what we measure and what we meant to measure. Most of it began as something written for another purpose that I could not leave alone.
When I am without my faith, there is a purpose-shaped hole where it used to be. Not sadness exactly. More like reaching for a step that isn't there. I have the same wife, the same children, the same work. Nothing has emptied out. What has gone is
Most of us have had the text from the bank asking whether a transaction was really us. It is irritating, particularly when it arrives shortly after the card was declined in front of a queue. But I would be considerably more than irritated if a large fraudulent payment went through
Somebody called me gullible when I was about fifteen. He was a friend, he meant it as a warning, and he was right. I'd been had again, in a small way, by someone we both knew. What I remember is not minding as much as he thought I
In May 2024 I submitted 181 pages as evidence that I had become more self-aware. The folder held 29 weekly journals of 300 to 500 words each, four unit assignments running from 500 to just under 3,000 words, peer feedback sheets, a creative piece on identity that came