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Taylor @taylornowak

Mountain person. 🏔️ Dog person. 🦮🦮

Abs still intact.

Turkey week meal 3

Turkey week meal 2

Turkey week meal 1

It’s over for me gays. 👴🏻

Gym, mountains, dogs, gym, mountains, dogs.

Me staring lovingly at my only stable relationship.

If my response time or engagement is trash, it’s not you. This place is a sexy and fun outlet for me, but it escalated quickly and I haven’t figured out how to juggle the crowd yet. 🤠

I’ve been thinking about confidence and joy lately Confidence exists not as some innate trait, but a tool you hone by telling the truth about who you are and acting like you mean it. There is a real freedom in being earnest without flinching at imagined judgement. Joy tends to hitch a ride on this. This can show up in surprising ways, like gym selfies on main - or dancing out of rhythm - or being emotionally honest to a fault - or lip-sync videos in the car - or being way too candid in a caption that reads like a journal. Mortifying in theory, but liberating in practice. I planned to write about that. Still am I guess. But then life did its thing. I got rejected. Nothing serious. And not exactly the point. Just two people on different wave lengths. The ‘confidence —> joy’ arc took an instantaneous hit. It took a day to recalibrate. I remembered that confidence isn’t a trait. It’s a bit of borrowed, imagined bravado you pick up until the real thing shows up. I hit the gym, focused on work, revisited this writing. And then there it was again. And working out how to summon it? Invaluable.   Joy follows too, just a bit quieter and steadier. But still present.

Sunday proverb: It’s a big, big world and the small moments matter.