Ghosts of the Navigator

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I didn’t exactly plan to write any of this. Not initially.

But somewhere between the job, the early mornings, the classrooms, the sirens, and silly little ache that sometimes lingers, I needed a place to put things down. Quiet some of the noise.

This isn’t a blog about fixing everything. I don’t really know what it is.
Maybe it’s a space for the things we carry when they’re still in process.

These aren’t self-help pieces. Certainly.
They’re just pieces that needed to be said out loud, to no one in particular.

If there’s a thread that ties any of this all together, maybe it’s that we keep showing up, even when we’re not sure we belong. And that matters more than most people realize.

Officially a paramedic and instructor.
Unofficially a overthinker, loud laugher, amateur piano-and-banjo player, recovering perfectionist, recovering human.
I try to teach people how to care for others, but I’m really learning to do the same for myself.

Thanks.