My thoughts for today....

I keep circling the idea of becoming a monk—not in the literal sense, but in the quiet, disciplined, stripped-down way of living. The early mornings. The silence. The intentional distance from noise, ego, and excess.

But I never quite go all the way.

I still want comfort. I still reach for distraction. I still care what people think. Part of me craves the simplicity of an ascetic life; another part resists giving up the small, human indulgences that make life feel textured and warm.

Maybe this is my version of devotion: not full renunciation, but awareness. Not perfection, but returning—again and again—to stillness, even if I keep leaving it.

I’m learning that you don’t have to live in a monastery to practice a kind of inner monasticism. You just have to notice the noise… and choose, sometimes, to step away from it.