Do we get to vote multiple times? (I want to buy more votes so I will have to wait till Monday to do so)

You’re in fourth place still even with donations 😭😭😭😭

Ooooo sounds like fun 🤩

@Frederik Schaaf it is always fun! 🤩

quick clarification: are you thinking about switching it to a bi-weekly(every other week) schedule or twice a week?

@Frederik Schaaf sounds like a great plan! I wish I could attend more meetings but Mondays are no meeting days

Let’s gooooo Noor 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

@David Lima thank you 🙏 This is definitely something I have been talking, thinking, and everyone and again writing about for almost 15 years. Not all pieces have this quality just saying

@Scott Cheng , you said you felt like you broke a social contract — and honestly? You did. That's exactly what happened. And the reason it felt so heavy is because that contract is one of the most universally praised fictions we've inherited. Everyone around us cosigns "one love" as the gold standard without ever questioning whether love actually works that way. And I want you to know — you're not alone in that experience. We are all tied to this phenomenon. Every single one of us has felt the weight of that conditioning at some point. The guilt, the shame, the catching of breath you described — those feelings have moved through more of us than anyone openly admits. That's exactly why conversations like this one matter. What doesn't sit right with me is that love — real love — is such a sweet, kind, and beautiful experience. It's one of the most purely good things we get to feel as human beings. And yet we've layered so much guilt and shame on top of it that by the time we're done wrestling with all of that, the original feeling gets watered down. The very thing that was supposed to be the point gets diluted by the noise of everyone else's expectations. But here's what your experience revealed: love didn't shrink or become less real because it showed up again for someone new. The weight of it didn't change. The texture did. The expression did. And that distinction is everything. No two loves I've ever felt have been identical — but the depth of the feeling, the gravity of it, that's been consistent. That's what tells me love isn't a limited resource being divided. It's something else entirely. The guilt and shame you felt weren't proof that something was wrong with you. They were proof of how thoroughly that social contract had been written into you. Recognizing the naturalness of the feeling beneath all that conditioning — that's the real work. And it sounds like you did it.