If I could describe my experience this summer in one word it would be: wobbly. No stability. No clear direction. A lot of empty space for things, which comes with a lot of excitement and a lot of fear. One minute I feel like I got it, the next I feel like I don’t. I’ve been hitting the wall and falling down in so many of my dreams that it’s hard for me right now to believe in my future. I don’t feel like my life is mine, I don’t feel like my decisions led me anywhere good. But what is anywhere good? This is something I’ve been thinking about…

Hello, my friend! It’s been a while. I wish I could say after a year and some change, there’s been a big change in my life but honestly….. not really. So remember I mentioned that years ago I decided to pause my life (school and work) and really go all in with my art? I felt as if life was beckoning me to go in that direction (i.e. a lot of external validation). So now, as much as I would’ve loved to have been able to continue to fund my arts through my art alone, it isn’t really panning out like that. So now I have to go the long…

☁️ I wrote about being flawed, messy hustles, and being anti-perfectionist

The older I’m getting I’m realizing cliche phrases are true. When people say things like, “the grass is greener on the other side” or “you are what you think,” it’s all real— I’ve been really digesting the fact that my life is largely defined by my perception of it. And so the value of documenting my thoughts has become irreplaceable, as it shows me how I live.