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Unscripted — Week 2: Presence, the Quiet Skill You Already Have

Welcome to Unscripted, a weekly reflection on what it means to live without inherited stories, rigid identities, or predetermined purpose. Each Monday, I explore a different part of this shift toward presence and clarity—one moment, one breath, one pencil stroke at a time.

Presence is often spoken about as if it were rare, advanced, or difficult to attain. Something earned through discipline, training, or years of practice. Something monks cultivate and the rest of us chase.

But presence isn’t something you acquire. It’s something you notice.

You already have it.

What most of us lack isn’t presence—it’s permission to trust it.

What Presence Is (and Isn’t)

Presence isn’t calm. It isn’t silence. It isn’t the absence of thought. It isn’t a permanent state you arrive at and stay in.

Presence is simply being aware of what is happening right now—without immediately trying to fix it, explain it, judge it, or escape it.

It’s the moment you notice your breath without controlling it. The instant you realize you’ve been lost in thought. The pause before a reaction. The awareness that you’re thinking.

Presence is not the elimination of noise. It’s the recognition of it.

And that recognition is already happening—whether you’re aware of it or not.

Why Presence Feels Elusive

If presence is already here, why does it feel so hard to access?

Because we’ve been trained, from early on, to live one step removed from direct experience.

We’re taught to interpret before we feel. To evaluate before we notice. To assign meaning before we sit with what’s happening.

Most of our lives are spent inside commentary:

  • What this means
  • What this says about me
  • What I should do next
  • How this fits into a larger story

Presence doesn’t live in commentary. It lives before it.

And the mind is very good at pulling us back into narration.

Presence and the Pencil

This is where the pencil matters.

A pencil doesn’t rush. It doesn’t jump ahead. It moves line by line.

When you write with a pencil—physically or metaphorically—you’re forced to slow down enough to stay with what’s here. One word at a time. One stroke at a time.

You can’t write tomorrow’s sentence today. You can’t revise what hasn’t been written yet.

The pencil keeps you honest. It keeps you present.

This is why writing—journaling, reflecting, sketching thoughts—is such a powerful doorway into presence. Not because it produces something, but because it requires attention.

Presence Is Not a Performance

One of the great misunderstandings about presence is the belief that it should look a certain way.

Calm. Peaceful. Centered. Spiritual.

But presence includes:

  • restlessness
  • frustration
  • boredom
  • doubt
  • fatigue
  • grief
  • joy

Presence isn’t a mood. It’s a relationship to whatever mood is here.

You don’t become present by fixing your inner state. You become present by seeing it clearly.

The moment you notice, “I’m distracted,” presence is already operating. The moment you realize, “I’m anxious,” presence is already here.

You didn’t fail. You woke up.

The Skill You’re Already Using

Think about the last time you caught yourself daydreaming. Or replaying a conversation. Or worrying about something that hasn’t happened.

What noticed that?

That noticing didn’t come from thought. It came before thought.

That’s presence.

You don’t need to build it. You don’t need to strengthen it. You don’t need to protect it.

You only need to stop overlooking it.

Presence is not fragile. It’s constant.

What comes and goes is attention.

Presence and Living Without a Script

Living without a script doesn’t mean living without plans or structure. It means not confusing your plans with reality.

Presence keeps you grounded in what’s actually happening, rather than what should be happening.

When you live from presence:

  • you respond instead of react
  • you listen instead of preparing a reply
  • you notice when a belief no longer fits
  • you feel when it’s time to let something go

Presence doesn’t give you answers. It gives you clarity.

And clarity changes everything.

Practicing Presence (Without Making It Another Task)

Here’s the paradox: The moment you try to do presence, you lose it.

Presence isn’t practiced by effort. It’s practiced by noticing.

A few gentle invitations—not instructions:

  • Notice when you’re lost in thought.
  • Notice the sensation of sitting where you are.
  • Notice the sound furthest from you.
  • Notice the impulse to move away from discomfort.
  • Notice the next breath—without changing it.

Nothing to improve. Nothing to hold onto. Nothing to achieve.

Just noticing.

And when you forget? That noticing is the practice.

Presence Is Enough

Presence doesn’t promise happiness. It doesn’t promise peace. It doesn’t promise certainty.

What it offers is something quieter and more reliable:

honesty.

From that honesty, life begins to untangle itself—not all at once, but moment by moment.

The Pencil-Driven Life isn’t built on constant awareness. It’s built on repeated noticing.

A thousand small returns.

You don’t need a better technique. You don’t need more discipline. You don’t need to become someone else.

You already have the quiet skill you’re looking for.

It’s here— now.

And now.

And now.

Unscripted — Week 1: What It Means to Live Without a Script

Welcome to Unscripted, a weekly reflection on what it means to live without inherited stories, rigid identities, or predetermined purpose. Each Monday, I explore a different part of this shift toward presence and clarity—one moment, one breath, one pencil stroke at a time.

Why losing the old storyline becomes freedom rather than loss

For most of my life, I lived by a script I didn’t write.

Not a literal script—not words typed on a page or spoken into a microphone—but a story that explained who I was supposed to be and why. A story that laid out what mattered and what didn’t. A story filled with expectations, obligations, and roles assigned long before I ever had the space or courage to question them.

You probably have a script too. Most people do.

It’s the quiet narrative running beneath everything: This is who I am.This is what I’m supposed to want.This is why my life matters.This is what success looks like.This is what I must protect at all costs.

Scripts are powerful in the way gravity is powerful. You don’t notice them until you try to step outside their pull.

For years, I didn’t. I followed the story I had inherited, edited it lightly at times, rearranged chapters here and there, but never questioned its authorship. It felt like life. It felt like purpose. It felt like meaning.

And then one day—quietly, without drama—the script stopped working.

Not because of a crisis. Not because of a grand revelation. But because something inside me simply saw through it. The storyline I had used to understand myself suddenly felt too small, too tight, too noisy. And once that unraveling began, it didn’t stop. What once felt like identity now felt like confinement.

That unraveling is what eventually became The Pencil-Driven Life.

And this post—this first post in a new chapter of writing—is an attempt to name what it actually means to live without a script.

Not as an idea. Not as a philosophy. But as a daily, lived experience.

The Feel of Life Without a Script

Most people hear “living without a script” and imagine chaos or impulsiveness or aimlessness. But it’s none of those things.

Living without a script doesn’t mean abandoning your life. It means no longer forcing life to match a predetermined storyline.

It means dropping the old belief that you must always be “on track.” It means letting go of the constant self-surveillance that comes from comparing your real life to the fictional one in your head.

It means waking up without the burden of being someone.

When you live without a script:

  • You don’t need your life to make sense on paper.
  • You stop trying to justify every choice.
  • You don’t spend your days defending an identity.
  • You no longer audition for approval—your own or anyone else’s.
  • You begin to notice what’s actually happening instead of what “should” be happening.

Freedom doesn’t arrive with fireworks. It arrives quietly, like a breath you didn’t know you were holding finally releasing.

When the Old Storyline Falls Away

Losing your script doesn’t feel like liberation at first. It feels like disorientation—like stepping outside in the morning and noticing the temperature has changed without warning.

You reach for the old storyline out of habit. You try to reassemble it. You try to reason your way back into certainty.

But eventually you see the truth: What you lost wasn’t security. It was constraint.

The old storyline told me who I was supposed to be. It told me what a “good life” looked like. It told me what counted and what didn’t. It told me what to chase and what to avoid.

Letting go of that storyline didn’t erase meaning. It revealed meaning.

Meaning wasn’t in the script. Meaning was in the moment-to-moment clarity that emerges when you’re no longer trying to live in a story.

Life as It Is, Not as It Was Written

One of the surprises of living without a script is how ordinary it feels.

Not dull—ordinary.

The ordinary becomes spectacular when you are not reaching past it for something shinier or more “meaningful.” You begin to see:

  • The way the light falls through the window in the morning
  • The simple pleasure of making coffee
  • The breath of a dog sleeping beside you
  • The grain of a board you’re sanding in the Hub
  • The frost on the runway at sunrise
  • The stillness of a cabin before the fire warms it

None of these are “achievements.” None belong in a résumé. None advance a storyline.

But they make up a life—one that unfolds with quiet clarity when you stop trying to force it to behave like a three-act structure.

And here’s the strange part:

When you stop trying to control life, the day seems to cooperate on its own terms.

You’re not fighting with time anymore. You’re not measuring yourself against an imagined version of who you “should” have been. You’re not chasing a purpose. You’re living.

Fully. Simply. Honestly.

The Script Was Never You

It takes time to see this clearly.

For years, I thought the story I had inherited—religious purpose, professional identity, certainty—was my life. I thought stepping out of that story meant stepping into danger or meaninglessness.

But the script wasn’t me. It was something placed on top of me.

When it fell away, I didn’t disappear. I appeared.

Awareness remained. Presence remained. Life remained.

The script was the illusion. The clarity beneath it was the truth.

The Pencil-Driven Life Begins Here

Living without a script isn’t rebellion. It’s not self-improvement. It’s not minimalism or philosophy or technique.

It’s the simple recognition that life does not need a storyline in order to be meaningful.

Life is meaningful because you are here to witness it.

The Pencil-Driven Life isn’t about writing a better script; it’s about noticing the movement beneath the story—moment by moment, breath by breath.

Some days, the pencil moves quickly. Some days, hardly at all. Some days, it writes things you didn’t expect. Some days, it refuses to write anything at all.

But in every case, you’re not forcing it. You’re watching. You’re present. You’re alive inside the immediacy of the moment rather than inside an inherited narrative about what your life ought to become.

This simple shift—attention instead of expectation, presence instead of purpose—is the beginning of freedom.

A Final Word for This First Monday

This new chapter on the website isn’t a rebrand; it’s a revelation of what’s been happening quietly for years.

Oak Hollow has become the place where this philosophy is lived out in real time. This blog will be where it is articulated.

If you’ve lived your life inside someone else’s script, or even inside a script you once wrote for yourself but can’t bear to follow anymore, then you are already standing at the threshold of something larger.

Not a new storyline. A new way of seeing.

There is nothing to achieve. Nothing to prove. Nothing to become.

There is only this moment—clear, unburdened, unwritten—and the life unfolding inside it.

Let’s see where the pencil moves next.

—Richard