The train has left.

I’ve been a writer my whole life. Through that, I’ve learned that there are times for writing, and times for living what will eventually be fodder for more writing.

I find it difficult to do both, and I find explaining it to be equally as difficult.

Obviously, in 2025, I was living. I wasn’t dead. I was possibly more full of life than ever, and the writing was deep.

2025 was a different kind of living. It was a slower, reflective living. I love that type of living, where you can just be and witness the internal landscape shifting, moving, being created new. I love the way you can fall into romance over and over with your inner self. It’s a gorgeous thing.

Right now, my life is busy.

I make a distinction in that I’m not “one of those people who are busy.”

I answered an email on a Saturday this week, and someone I was just meeting pointed it out: how I answered an email on a Saturday. How, with all I do, I “must be busy.”

I wanted to say “I’m not busy.”

Then my calendar has back-to-back calls for three days.

I wanted to say “I’m not busy” because I know the sort of “busy” a person like that is referencing, and I have never been that sort of busy. The sort of person who needs to stack the calendar with shit just to feel worthy and important— the sort of person who needs to grind and prove to be approved, and God forbid we not show the receipts for output.

I have never been that sort of person.

And, I have receipts for my output. You’d be hard-pressed to find an outputter who can output as much as I output, because I have a brain that’s more efficient than a trillion-dollar piece of technology. It’s so spectrumy, so bizarre that it can remember what a text said that I received in November. It can remember where on my calendar someone’s email address is… from 2022. It can remember the most minute of details, without effort, without thought.

For this gift, you probably can’t match my output, or my ability to retain, or my ability to context-switch.

And trust, I don’t want to be called “busy,” because your “busy” identity is not interesting to me.

Yesterday I was told that women need to display their diplomas.

My diplomas mean nothing to me. They’re on a wall in my mother’s house, because they’re meaningful to her.

Sometimes, I get called out for my medals.

I tell people they used to be meaningful to me, when the becoming of the runner identity was meaningful. Now I don’t care. They live on the wall because I live in 150 square feet and I have nowhere else to put them. They were somehow screwed into this 1895 (it’s actually 1912) solid wood by a man I dated, and I probably wouldn’t be strong or capable enough to screw something else there. If I cared enough. Which I don’t.

I also don’t have closet space or storage to put the medals. 16 years in 150 square feet isn’t an easy existence. It takes a lot of purging to not look like a hoarder (which, I don’t.)

Why am I saying this?

Because right now, I’m in a season of work, and the work is not my identity, and I’m not doing it to prove to you I’m great, and I’m not doing it to “show you” how wonderful I am, or get anything from you.

I’m doing it because the season calls for it… because the tsunami is coming.

The layoffs are about to happen. The early people who had been seeking but are seeking no longer (like me) will have a place to step into service and tell the world that is confused that humans are not their job or their output; those people are going to help us become what will be the future.

The early “wakeups” will help guide us to the new world, which is all about energy, loving, and being loved.

I don’t care if you fucking think the world is perfect. Everything is perfect, including my belief that it isn’t.

I had a good number of “seeking” years.

I read all “the books” - all the Mickey Singer and Jack Pransky and Eckhart Tolle.

I listened to Abraham Hicks and read Jane Roberts.

I have a copy of the Gita on my shelf and Be Here Now. I listened to hours and hours of Alan Watts and Ram Dass. I meditated. I “mantra’d.” I did the weird energy thing of clenching my ass cheeks, then my midsection, then my neck, then my face to “draw energy up to my pineal gland.”

I gave a blowjob to Marcus Aurelius.

I had The Alchemist chase me down and meet me outside my door.

I took NINE Kabbalah classes. I sat cross-legged on a cushion in Tibetan Buddhism dharma studies. I learned about renunciation, bodhicitta, and correct view.

I learned about quantum physics.

I have read the Tao cover to cover hundreds of times.

I read the book of BEing. I created my document. I listened to The Way of Mastery.

My seeking … is DONE.

I eventually put it all down and swapped it for Bukowski sex poems. I learned that tacos are spiritual and so is anger.

I’m here to be back in the world, back here, back with the humans. And right now, that looks like business.

The Great Repurpose has a GTM strategy. When the layoffs happen, we’ll be there to scoop people up, hold them, and transform them.

I have built a network of the finest coaches in existence. I hope to collaborate with them all.

My Humans 2.0 community has been a source of power. I am building that out of love. I’ll build a group around my Founding Members, and that too will be from love and service.

I am elevating the AI Salon as the Integrator and Director of ops, and the Salon connects deeply to all of the other projects. Kyle has become my partner and collaborator. We work in a beautiful symbiosis. Our eyes see the same thing.

I get comments a lot about the orbit I’ve built and the people I know.

I have created that by knowing what I don’t want.

If you have been ill to me because of a fear-based behavior, I forgive you… and you’re probably not in my group. Because I am not renouncing my ego. I do have judgment and discernment. I even hold grudges.

I allow people close, but only when I have built a dominant culture that will weed out the trash.

I say these things because I’m back in the world, with ego. My glorious ego.

If you don’t like it, I don’t care.

The future is now.

I’ve been building this for half a decade or longer. I’ve seen what was coming, even wrote about it here for years. If you didn’t see it, I don’t care.

I’m busy. The train has left.