by Angela Nesbitt | Aug 21, 2025 | All
When I quieten myself, I find that Life is forever tapping me on the shoulder and muttering, “Listen here.” Too often I am on autopilot, and the poor thing may as well be prompting an errant Chatbot Eventually exhaustion lumbers in like a baby elephant and sits...
by Angela Nesbitt | Jun 2, 2025 | All
It is unnerving to recognise that my reality is largely subjective. Even writing that statement makes me hesitate to continue. The tempting and terrifying leap is to declare that everything is made up. That meaning is a mirage. I might as well throw in the...
by Angela Nesbitt | May 21, 2025 | All
20/20 is a fine thing in hindsight. By conventional measures, I was winning: elite education, thriving career, house, healthy children. I believed I was in control. But a quiet voice repeated, “If I wake up dead tomorrow, I’ll be very angry. This is not what...
by Angela Nesbitt | May 13, 2025 | All
While purging my desk recently, I was struck by how some communications can be conveyed with very few words. I’d come across a file of directions to friends’ homes around the country, written simply enough to follow while driving solo. It harked back to a time before...
by Angela Nesbitt | May 7, 2025 | All
I’m struck by how many brilliant people I meet who misuse their intellect. At first, I’m intrigued by how quickly they connect disparate concepts and curious to learn. But inevitably, something shifts. The energy flattens. Friction builds. They are not listening...
