lyr·ic

/ˈlirik/  noun  A short poem or song, especially one expressing personal emotion or thought; characterized by musical or expressive quality, often capturing the essence of feeling in a way that stands out from everyday speech

Ah, the difference a year makes.

I haven’t taken the time to calculate the number of air and nautical miles that we logged over the past few weeks, but the journey was spectacular.

I found a serenity that I had forgotten existed.

So I dug into some astrocartography. It turns out that our travel path was bounded by several interesting facets, encompassing five different astrological aspects in my chart. So the bots and I worked through some analysis and came up with a rather fitting synopsis:

“You can be both the storm and the sanctuary—holding space for chaos and clarity, letting the world’s wisdom fill you, then channeling it all into the next bold step on your journey.”

For me, the intersection of serenity and clarity has been incredibly empowering, which brings me to the topic of the title.

All night, the lyrics “All that time you were throwing punches, I was building something” have been floating through my head, which is a little extra fascinating since my background music has been a 932 HZ + 528 HZ playlist on YouTube.

I’ve developed a special appreciation for synchronicities over the past few months. (I’ll save how the Pluto-Mars oppositions played out for another day.)

At the top of my 2025 photos page, the header says, “Tick tock, tortured poet. It’s time to press play on the things in life that bring you joy.” It's symbolic and filled with meaning if you know me well enough to know why.

Soon enough, it will be time to press play, because all this time, I have been building something. Rather, many somethings.

Little by little, with methodical strategy and precision, they will start to appear…or, in some cases, appear more widely.

I’ve learned alot over the past year.

Perhaps, most importantly, I learned alot about myself.

Maybe that’s why the lyric “Nothing good will come from regretting” hits just right.

June 13, 2025