It’s kind of like the way Mary Poppins flies minus the umbrella (and minus the explosion at the end of this video). I jump to launch into the air and then I can jump off of the air as if it were a stair-step to go higher but I stay floating and I don’t lose height unless I choose to go down… every time it happens I’m like oh I’m flying again. there’s only been one time where someone else in the dream was also able to fly.
This ask was inspired by my dream last night where I encountered a charging moose and flew away to avoid it just as it was about to ram into me…
Jun 25, 2024
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Last night I dreamt I flew. Or, not so so much flew as levitated. My ex-coworker was there and she was also doing yoga so I think the yoga was what let me fly. They have cases where I would sink if my concentration is off. this always seems to be the way it happens
Jun 26, 2024
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I used to lucid dream a lot, not by my own volition most of the time, just kind of happened. But last night it happened out of nowhere and my favorite thing to do is FLY. I wonder what that says about my reality and the dreams I want to achieve..
Feb 18, 2025
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i always wake up before i hit the ground tho, so depending on how you look at it i'm techinaclly soaring through the air. if i could tap into lucid dreaming maybe i could turn the falling into actual flying tho?
Jun 25, 2024
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
Feb 23, 2025
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅
Feb 27, 2025
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I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024