There’s No Edge in the Middle of the Road

The world won’t understand your obsession. That’s exactly why you keep going.

I flew into Baltimore this morning on a 6AM flight. Two hours of sleep, if that. First flight since my treatments. I felt a little off—like I was floating—but I also felt alive.

That’s the thing. My brain doesn’t shut off. It never has. Since I was a kid, it’s just run. Full speed. No pause button. No peace. People talk about rest. I don’t know what that…