my book is better than my tweets

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.

Not every unfamiliar room is a test of whether you belong. Sometimes it's just a room full of people you haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet.

There's a particular kind of freedom that comes from realizing you can survive being misunderstood. You don't have to correct every assumption, defend yourself against every accusation, or participate in every argument.

I think one of the biggest obstacles to building community is that so many of us are waiting to be invited into something that doesn't exist yet. Someone has to make the first move.

Some of the most important things you'll ever change about the world will happen long after you've stopped being able to see them. Heal anyway. Love anyway. Plant seeds anyway.

Somewhere in your future are conversations you haven't had, people you haven't loved, places you haven't discovered, and versions of yourself you haven't met. You don't have to know how you'll get there to believe that there's more waiting for you.

I think we spend a lot of time preparing people to resist pressure from their enemies and very little time preparing them to resist the pressure to conform to their friends’ opinions.

Not every seed you plant will bloom in your lifetime. Some will become shelter for people whose names you'll never know, in places you'll never see. I think there's something profoundly beautiful about choosing to make the world kinder without needing to witness the results.

I don't believe every difficult decision has a perfect answer. But I also don't believe the absence of a perfect answer relieves us of the responsibility to make a thoughtful decision. Moral complexity should make us more accountable, not less.

I don't want to live in a world where we've become so good at managing our emotional responses to suffering that we've forgotten how unacceptable the suffering actually is.

Some people are going to remember you as a person you worked very hard to stop being. That's okay. They don't need to update their understanding of you for your growth to be real.

you know what's attractive? somebody who knows how to enjoy themselves without making everybody else responsible for their good time.

it's possible that the reason you keep feeling like you're behind is because you're comparing your actual life, with all its interruptions and responsibilities, to an imaginary version of yourself who has unlimited time, unlimited energy, and apparently no laundry.

Be careful who you vent to. Some people help you process what happened, and others help you stay stuck in it.

You don't have to approve of someone's choices to acknowledge their humanity. Accountability should challenge people to do better, not require us to believe they've become undeserving of compassion.

Some of what looks like excess to the generation that raised us is simply freedom they never had. They made choices within limits we may finally be able to challenge. We honor their sacrifices by expanding what’s possible for the people coming after us.

You’re not the exception to the rule–if they gossip with you, they’re gonna gossip about you.

there's a special kind of grief that comes with realizing you finally have the language, patience, and emotional capacity to give somebody the relationship you wish you could've had with them years ago.

some of the best conversations I’ve ever had started with somebody saying something I completely disagreed with. I think we've underestimated how much fun it can be to respectfully challenge each other's understanding of the world.