It’s here! It’s here! “Eyes On The Road” is officially available for purchase. Writing this book changed my life—I hope it helps you, too.

Before you ask other people what they think, write down what you think. You can still change your mind. You can still seek wise counsel. But you have to decide that your voice matters, too.

You can mourn the end of something and still feel immense relief that it's over—a prolonged illness, an exhausting job, a relationship that drained you. Feeling both is a sign of how much you carried. Some part of you is finally allowed to set it down.

you ever realize that somebody's opinion of you is based on a version of yourself that doesn't even exist anymore? like damn, you're arguing with a historical figure.

socially unacceptable emotions can be useful if you interrogate them before acting on them. what does your envy tell you about what’s missing in your life? what does your apathy tell you about what you've outgrown? what does your anger tell you about what must change?

Some of the people we call "difficult" are simply the first people in their families, workplaces, or communities to stop tolerating dysfunction.

I wonder how many beautiful possibilities we've walked past because we were so committed to making sure nobody could ever accuse us of being naive.

please don't become so committed to being perceived as “healed” that you lose the ability to admit when something hurts.

Think about what would happen if you stopped treating your most ambitious ideas like embarrassing secrets, and started to give them the same resources, patience, and attention you’ve historically reserved for everybody else’s priorities.

I'm getting more comfortable saying "I want that." No disclaimer about how unlikely it is. No little joke to soften the ambition. No elaborate explanation of why I deserve it. Just an honest declaration of desire.

Be honest with yourself: do you help people because they need it, or because being needed is when you feel most sure of your place? Be honest with yourself about your “why.”

I love people who get excited easily. Tell me about the mural you saw on your walk. Show me the weird ass t-shirt you found at the thrift store. I think being genuinely delighted by ordinary life is one of the most underrated forms of intelligence.

writing advice I’d give anyone starting today: write the sentence you’d be embarrassed to say out loud, then cut every word that softens it.

maybe the point isn't to become so wise and stoic that nothing ever hurts your feelings. maybe it's to become secure enough that you can feel the sting, laugh at yourself a little, learn what you need to learn, and keep your heart open anyway.

A strange thing about people-pleasing is that you can become so skilled at anticipating what everyone else wants that your own preferences start to feel like interruptions.

Some of you have been reading my words since before I knew anyone would read them. Thank you for growing with me, for disagreeing kindly, and for sending my thoughts to people who needed them more than I could have known.

Big difference between offering someone information and taking away their permission to hope. I can say, “Here’s something worth considering,” without saying, “You’re foolish for believing this could work.”

Would you rather be understood or be remembered?

Some people confuse being impossible to impress with having high standards. There's nothing particularly sophisticated about losing your capacity for wonder.

I wonder how many extraordinary things never get created because someone with an interesting idea made the mistake of asking a room full of unimaginative people whether it was worth pursuing.