Adjusting the Frequency to Keep the Signal Clean

On choosing honesty over output.

And I’ve asked myself how much do you commit yourself?

Someone once turned that question into a lyric, and lately it’s been following me around. It’s not dramatic at all. It’s logistical. It’s about rhythm, energy, and the quiet difference between wanting to show up and being able to do it honestly.

In an ideal version of my life, I’d wake up, make tea, open a virtual notebook, and spend the next few hours poking at the big and small questions. Work, habits, meaning, distraction, ambition, joy. Maybe a song quote. Definitely a playlist. A few thoughts that feel cheaper than therapy but still oddly effective.

Reality, however, has plans of its own.

Chores exist. Obligations exist. Invoices arrive with the confidence of people who know they will be paid. Life has a nasty way of tapping you on the shoulder and saying: That’s cute. Now take out the trash.

And that’s fine. I’m not here to romanticize burnout or pretend that wanting to write automatically grants you the time and energy to do it well.

What I don’t want is for this place to turn into a content factory. I don’t want to publish just because I promised a cadence that no longer fits. I don’t want to ship half-baked thoughts out of guilt, like shame wrapped in paragraphs. That was never the point of Frequency of Reason.

So here’s the shift.

There won’t be the usual long, deep-dive articles exploring every corner of life the way I’ve done so far. At least not for now. Instead, once a week, on the weekend, there will be a playlist post. The familiar format stays, but with written content woven into it.

Not essays. Not manifestos. More like smuggled thoughts.

Each playlist will still carry a Frequency of Reason undercurrent. A theme. A point of view. Something meant to nudge your thinking a little, not lecture it. The music won’t be random, and the words won’t be filler. They’ll work together, quietly conspiring.

This isn’t a goodbye. It’s a delivery change. I started this whole thing to offer you something that resonates. Something that makes you pause, smile, think, or feel slightly more understood than you did five minutes earlier. That goal hasn’t changed. The packaging just got lighter.

If anything, this feels more honest. Smaller doses. Better timing. Less pressure to perform, more room to mean it. For you, this means no obligation reading. Just something that meets you where you are once a week and, if it does its job, leaves you a little better than it found you.

Thanks for being here. Truly. I’d rather stay connected in a way that fits real life than disappear chasing a version of consistency that helps no one.

Cheaper-than-therapy thoughts are still on the menu. Just served as a weekend special now.

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