Platform Thinking in Work and Life: How to See the Structure and Leverage It The object of work is no longer just production (though it could be). The object of work isn’t just prestige (though it could be, also). And the object of work isn’t just money (though it’s very important). Rather the object of work is […]
Lessons from Grief: What My Mother’s Death Helped Me Understand About Living Just over two years ago, my mom died. Hard to believe it’s been that long. If you’d like, you can read more about it here. And yet, on the anniversary of her passing, I found myself feeling…good. Though odd, this seemed positive. Acceptance, […]
The only morning meditation for anxiety you need In my mid twenties, I started meditating. I started a morning meditation for anxiety to calm down. I needed to quiet my mind, and I’d heard from several sources that meditation helps. “Sign me up!” I thought. “Where do I start?” But before I squeaked out my […]
What I think I know about dreams (so far) For the past five years, I’ve been exploring dreams. In fact, I saw a Jungian Psychoanalyst before and after my mom’s death. Perhaps it was intuition. On some level, my body knew that a major life event was occurring. For those who don’t know, Jungian Therapy, like […]
The tree of life and a dream about death Straddling the ridge of the roof, my dad stretched to cut the top of a dead tree with a saw. I was on the ground, holding the ends of a rope looped around the trunk. Once cut, I was to pull the tree away from the […]
Sons and Mothers And here now is a twist to the October Personas Project: it was, in more ways than one, about my mother. Save the few sports, school, or recent photos, my mom was often the one behind the lens, snapping thousands of candid pictures. But pictures weren’t her only medium. My mom was […]
Awkward Sam-ily Photos: October past personas A lot has happened in 2023. My daughter was born. My mom and dog died. Outside of my personal sphere, I also witnessed many other entrances and exits with friends, family, and former college classmates. In total, a significant year of death and (re) birth. And what a time […]
Between the ages of 17 (possibly earlier) through about the time I was about 29, I often used to feel overwhelmingly sad. These sad feelings started well before I began binge eating and stuck around for a while after. In retrospect, my sad feelings weren’t dangerous (I was lucky). No, my sad feelings could have benefited from one simple factor: acknowledgment. And such acknowledgment could have come from me or could have come from other people.
The meaning of life and death of a parent My mother died in February. The simple, clichéd truth is that the death of a parent changes your life. It’s not that everything changes exactly — many things stay the same — but rather that one’s experience of everything is altered. In losing a parent, the […]
Sam Buti · On having a voice: to be heard, start with yourself Voiceless while having a voice It wasn’t supposed to be like this. No one was supposed to hear me talk. Growing up, I didn’t have a voice. At least, I didn’t feel like I had a voice. Being the younger brother to a […]