I think about the beauty this world holds
deep conversations with strangers,
clothes with mismatched patterns,
and the feeling of holding paper instead of endlessly editing pixels.

I think about rain hitting my face on a mountaintop while I sat in a poncho, playing with leaves.
I think about my daughter, the world she’s growing up in, and how to help her see the magic in herself, while protecting the magic around her.

This space exists because over the last decade, I grew. I shed. I slowly became myself.

I’m tired of being sold to.

Tired of trends.

Tired of what the internet has done to how we see and treat each other.I grew up on MySpace. I learned code just to add glitter to my page. I saw the world before it went fully digital, and then learned how to build inside it anyway.

This is a place to breathe together.