Prompt: Write about something you see differently now.
All right, the prompt for today, July 18th, 2026, is: Write about something you see differently now.
I think the clearest answer is that, since Emi was born eight months ago, the whole world looks different. My perspective has definitely changed. Even my understanding of how time works feels different—what’s important, and where I want to spend my time.
Simple things have become some of the greatest joys. Putting her to bed, for example. It’s just the two of us sitting in a chair while I feed her, and then she falls asleep in my arms. That’s an incredible feeling—to know that someone in this world is so comfortable, and trusts me so completely, that she can fall asleep in my arms. That’s a beautiful thing.
I even see Hannah differently now. Watching her become a mother has been incredible. It’s beautiful to see who someone is when they’re caring for another person—how loving they can be, how strong they can be despite the late nights, the early mornings, the lack of sleep, and never really eating properly, yet still showing up every day.
Then, four months ago, I broke my wrist, and that shifted everything again. First I became a parent, and then I became a parent without the use of my dominant hand.
That was really hard.
I couldn’t do the baths. I couldn’t do the feedings. I couldn’t change diapers. I couldn’t do so many of the parenting things I wanted to do—those everyday moments I wanted to share with Emi. Forget woodworking or crochet or any of the other projects I enjoy. This little bundle of joy I’d been given suddenly felt just out of reach.
Now that my wrist is healing and I’ve been cleared to do more, I’m trying to appreciate those moments more than ever before.
Even changing her diaper has become a strange kind of joy. I know I can do it for her. I can dress her, bathe her, carry her, and put her to bed without worrying that I’m going to damage my wrist. For a while, I couldn’t even lift her.
That experience also changed how I think about my hands. I don’t think we realize how much we rely on them until we can’t.
Sincerely, I want to do more work with hand tools. I want to write more by hand. I want to make more things with my hands instead of always reaching for a computer or a power tool. It’s amazing what our hands allow us to create.
And maybe the greatest thing they allow us to do is care for another person.
That’s a beautiful perspective to gain.
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As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Leave a comment with your perspective, or a link to your own blog or audio journal, and I’ll be sure to check it out.
All right, folks. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
This transcript was lightly cleaned up with the help of AI to improve readability while preserving the original voice and intent of the recording.
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