Dwain Northey (Gen X) We are told, repeatedly and with great solemnity, that we have a peace-time president. The phrase is rolled out like a talisman… The Peace-Time Raid

Agency belongs to that which screams the loudest, right? If no, then correct any misgivings, but rightly so, we shall see that in due course, a right path has been sown. We find ourselves a full flock of sheep, yet we find ourselves compelled by the provided abundance. Give forth, bear fruit. Then there are times in which we honor the time in which we are scheduled. Confliction. Complication. That is what it all comes down to, am I wrong? What level of —–ship and to whom does it bel–ng. SYLLABLES ARE MISSED, FOLKS. that’s the whole point

Let’s just call it out—we’ve all been pretending. I’ve done it too. I’ve built versions of me that looked brave and balanced while parts of me were burning backstage. The costume itches, the script is stale, and honestly, I’m done performing. The Moment I Dropped the Prop One day I noticed how small I’d made myself trying to look “big enough.” The stuff I thought defined me—possessions, titles, even being “put together”—turned out to be anchors, not wings. When I loosened my grip on all that, nothing magical happened—just silence. And in that silence, I finally heard something real: me.…