As a young boy, I developed a deep connection to handwriting. My notebook was a refuge. A space where I could write down my thoughts, feelings, and even the small events of my day. It became a safe space for me, especially in moments where I didn’t feel comfortable exploring the larger, existential questions that swirled in my mind. The simple act of putting pen to paper helped me understand my world, and create a sense of control when life felt overwhelming. To this day, I get compliments on how neat my handwriting is, "especially for a guy" and I attribute that to my mom's attention to detail and neatness with any piece of homework that was to be submitted. I didn’t know it then, but those early moments were a form of mindfulness—becoming present with my thoughts and emotions, and giving them a place to live outside my head. This practice carried me through adolescence and to this day, shaping how I approach challenges and helping me to understand the power of self-re...