You know that feeling when your to-do list becomes a guilt list? That’s been me lately.

It always starts the same way: “I’ll go for a walk… just after I do this one quick thing.” But that one thing becomes another, and another, and then—poof—it's evening and I haven’t moved.

I even talked about this in a previous episode: your to-do list should be more of a wish list—something to guide you, not rule you. But I still got caught in the trap. I spent over 12 hours straight building a website to help a young fantasy author raise funds for a life-saving surgery. Worth it? Absolutely. Healthy? Not really.

What helped me get back on track was remembering my non-negotiables:

Daily walk

Clean living space

7–8 hours of sleep

Eating healthy

No evening snacking (I now game and listen to audiobooks instead!)

Writing at least 500 words a day

These habits aren’t about perfection. They’re about protecting my energy so I can actually do what I’m called to do: be a light.

The darker the world gets, the more important that mission becomes. Not because I’m special, but because I know that when I’m rested, focused, and hopeful, I can reflect something bigger than myself. And so can you.

Whether it’s Frodo carrying the ring, Mother Teresa caring for the sick, or you simply making someone smile—small lights matter.

If your list is overwhelming, step back. Ask yourself: What fuels my light? Then make that your priority.

This week, I walked under trees that seemed almost alive, swaying like Ents in the wind. And for a moment, I felt incredibly small—and also strangely rooted.

That sense of being tiny in a giant world mirrored what I’ve been feeling lately in my creative work. I’m wrapping up two books of short stories. Sixty thousand words each. A number that once felt impossible. But step by step, Pomodoro by Pomodoro, story by story… I’m getting there.

What I’ve learned is this:
Finishing anything big isn’t about sudden genius. It’s about showing up, over and over.
And maybe vacuuming the bathroom in your five-minute breaks.

I used to get so frustrated with my own limitations—like why can’t I finish everything on my to-do list? But lately, I’ve started treating that list like a wish list. It’s not a contract. It’s a conversation between the version of me that dreams and the version of me that’s just trying to do the next right thing.

You know that feeling when you’ve been holding your breath for weeks—without even noticing? That was me. Caught in a storm of what-ifs, low-level anxiety, and a thousand racing thoughts.

When that happens, my brain goes into overdrive. It writes disaster stories with the same creativity I normally use for fairy tales. So I did what I always do when I’m overwhelmed: I cooked. I walked. And I wrote. A lot.

I’ve been working on a new anthology, full of darker short stories. In just over a week, I’ve written dozens. Not because I had to—but because writing is how I cope. When I’m telling a story, I’m not stuck in my own. I can put the fear on mute. For a while, at least.

And then, out of nowhere, came peace.

Not because anything dramatic happened. Just the slow realization that… things are okay. I’m safe. I don’t have to brace for impact. I don’t have to overperform to earn my place.

That feeling opened the door for other things. Rest. Reading. Drawing again. Cleaning out the fridge. Making soup. Cooking lasagna and portioning it like some sort of domestic wizard. I even installed a matte screen on my iPad so I could draw without the glare. It sounds silly, but it felt like a quiet act of self-care.

This episode of The Walk is about that shift. That moment when the tension leaves your shoulders. When the noise in your head finally softens. It’s about how stories, rituals, and the smallest gestures can help us survive the anxious seasons—and slowly move back into ourselves.

There are weeks when nothing dramatic happens—and yet, you feel exhausted before anything even begins.

That was this past week for me. A slow drain of energy, not from doing too much, but from carrying too many things in my head. Conversations I’m dreading. Deadlines that feel like cliffs. Meetings that demand a kind of energy I don’t always have.

On this episode of The Walk, I talk about what it's like when your brain keeps running simulations of worst-case scenarios. About how hard it is to prepare for a meeting with your bishop when you already fear you’re not doing “enough” as a priest. I also share the story of the last diocesan gathering I went to—how the sound of motorbikes and the pressure to perform triggered a shutdown I didn’t understand until years later.

I’ve been trying to work with my brain, not against it. Creating routines that start with writing—because at least then, the day begins with something that feels solid. Learning how to notice friction instead of calling it laziness. Letting myself start small. Sometimes, the most merciful thing I can do is allow myself to fold just two socks—and be okay with that.

This episode is really about humility. The kind that Jesus talks about in the Gospel: choosing the lower place at the table, not because you're worthless, but because that’s where help can reach you. That’s where grace begins.

If you’ve ever felt like you’re not quite made for the world you’re in, or like you have to explain your whole interior life just to be understood—maybe this walk is for you, too.

It’s been 100 days.

One hundred days since the white smoke rose over the Vatican and Pope Leo stepped onto the balcony as the first American pope.

And also—one hundred days since I started walking every single day and telling stories.

At first, it was just a fun idea: write a tiny story inspired by that seagull chick we saw during the conclave livestream. But something shifted. What began as a small creative spark turned into a daily ritual that changed my life.

Since then:

I’ve written 77 short stories.

I’ve drafted two entire books.

I’ve walked through woods, fields, cities, rain, and heatwaves.

I’ve preached sermons that feel more alive than ever.

And I’ve finally started to feel... grounded.

There’s something about walking that changes the way I think. It slows me down. It clears the noise. And it connects me—both to the world around me and the one within. When I run, I track my speed and heart rate. When I walk, I notice butterflies, sunflowers, gravel paths, ancient stories, and the voice of God.

Sometimes the walk leads to a homily. Sometimes to a podcast. Sometimes it becomes a story or an insight at 5:30 in the morning that I have to record before I can go back to sleep.

Other times, it’s just quiet. But never empty.

The past 100 days reminded me that I’m not here to run. I’m here to dwell. To walk with others. To follow a voice that says, “Come, follow me.” Even when it leads back into the fire.

If you’ve ever wondered what might happen if you showed up for your creative self—just a little bit—every day… this is your sign. Go for a walk. Tell a story. Share your world.

It might just become the beginning of a new one.

I was walking in the woods, trying to escape the heatwave—and the mental heatwave in my head. I’d just come out of a Sunday that flipped everything upside down.

You know that feeling when life throws a sudden curveball, and your brain hits red alert before your heart even catches up? That was me, standing behind the altar, trying to mask the panic when I heard that our pastor, Father Mauricio, is being transferred. Again. Another change. Another goodbye.

I talk a lot about slowing down, about being present. But sometimes, even a slow walk through the forest can’t stop the mental acceleration. My ADHD brain was off to the races—worrying, overthinking, preparing for worst-case scenarios.

This episode of The Walk is about that moment. The one where you realize that even after years of learning, healing, and growing… it’s still hard. When life doesn’t follow your carefully crafted routine. When you're just trying to keep going—and not fall back into old burnout patterns.

I also share what I’m doing differently this time:

Recognizing the signs of overwhelm early.

Asking for help before things spiral.

Creating a simpler structure for my ministry—and my mind.

Remembering my core identity: priest, author, geek.

If you're navigating change, dealing with anxiety, or just trying to understand why some days your brain won't start—this episode is for you.

This weekend, I followed a bunch of gnomes into a rock concert.

That sentence alone should explain why I love Castlefest.

But honestly, what stood out most wasn’t the fantasy costumes or the festival energy—it was the quiet conversations behind the masks. Over two intense days, I filmed portraits, interviewed indie authors, and bumped into people I hadn’t seen in years (including someone who remembered me as an altar boy!).

What moved me most were the unexpected stories:

A man in a devil costume talking candidly about cancer and kindness.

An author reflecting on how burnout changed his life—and what he learned from stopping.

Readers and cosplayers telling me how much it means that a priest is just… there. Listening. Sharing. Being present.

It made me realize how much of my ministry now happens outside the walls of a church.

And maybe that’s where real connection starts:
Not in preaching, but in walking alongside.

This week, I walked through the woods—and through a lot of thoughts.

After last week’s intense physical challenge (four marathons' worth of walking!), my body hit the brakes. Fatigue rolled in like a heavy fog, and I had no choice but to slow down. At first, I was frustrated. Then I realized: maybe this was exactly what I needed.

When I stopped pushing, I began noticing small things:

The cool breeze through the summer leaves

How audiobooks help me read a book a day (yes, really!)

That post-lunch dip where all I want is to nap under a tree

The emotional “aftershocks” of being constantly on the go

But most importantly, I noticed how judgment—of others, and especially of myself—creeps in when I’m overwhelmed or tired. And how freeing it is to let go of that inner voice that whispers “you’re not doing enough.”

This episode isn’t polished. It’s more like a rambling walk through my thoughts. But sometimes, that’s where the real insight happens.

If you’ve ever:

Felt guilty for needing rest

Been too harsh on yourself

Struggled with being judged—or judging others

Wanted to break free from the pressure to always perform

…then come walk with me.

After a month of traveling—first to Ireland for a writing retreat, then to the Walk of the World—I’m finally back home, walking in the woods near where I live. And as I reflect on those weeks, one thing keeps returning to my mind: how deeply different life feels when you simplify.

In Ireland, I had one goal: write.
During the 4-day walk: just finish each day’s 40 kilometers.

No multitasking. No racing the clock. Just presence.
And strangely enough… I learned more during those four weeks than in the whole year before.

Here’s what stood out:

When you give your mind space, reflection happens naturally.

Friendships grow faster when you're walking side by side, not online.

Aging doesn’t mean losing purpose—it’s an invitation to live it more intentionally.

You don’t need to meet all your goals to know you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

I used to plan ahead in big leaps: where I’d be in 10 years, what I’d accomplish. But I’ve come to see that fruit grows when I focus not on the harvest, but on today’s seed.

And like the sower in the parable, I’ve learned that it’s enough to simply sow. Whether it bears fruit is not up to me. What matters is that I walked, I wrote, I rested, and I trusted the time given to me.

Maybe that’s the invitation for all of us.
Not to rush ahead.
Not to cling to the past.
But to ask: What can I do today with the time I’ve been given?

I just finished the Walk of the World in Nijmegen—40 kilometers a day, for four days straight—and I feel… surprisingly great.

That wasn’t always the case. The last two times I joined this epic Dutch hiking event, it was painful. I nearly gave up. But this time? I trained. I climbed Irish hills in the rain. I pushed myself. And somehow, by day four, I was practically walking on sunshine (yes, that old song echoed through the villages constantly).

What struck me most wasn’t the distance or the discipline—it was the vibe. This walk isn’t just a sports event. It’s a celebration of humanity. All along the route, villagers handed out drinks, snacks, and high-fives. Kids offered cherry tomatoes and cucumbers. Elderly folks cheered from chairs. Strangers smiled. The music was loud (too loud for my ADHD brain at times), but the joy was louder.

There’s something deeply moving about being carried—figuratively—by kindness. Especially in a world that often feels so divided. Here’s what I noticed along the way:

Most people are good. Genuinely good.

Pain fades faster when you’re encouraged.

Walking clears your head like nothing else.

And sometimes, strangers believe in you more than you believe in yourself.

On the final stretch, when everything hurts and you're not sure you’ll make it, you hear someone yell: “You’ve got this!” And suddenly, you do.

This episode is more than just a travelogue. It’s about resilience, connection, and why sometimes, the best way to find peace is to put on your walking shoes and go.