06/16/2026
Yesterday, something I ordered and was looking forward to was stolen after delivery.
It hurt emotionally but it wasn’t really about the thing. It was the violation. Someone crossed into my space and took something that was mine, and suddenly I was in that survivor space where choice and agency get ripped away.
It made me think about Pee-wee’s Big Adventure, which feels silly until you remember the bike wasn’t just a bike. It was joy and freedom and imagination.
If something "small" hits you big, you’re not being dramatic. That is a trigger, and it matters. You matter.