Writer. Curator of moments. Learning the art of becoming — through story, space, and self.
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Day 21: Habits Aren’t Magic
Day 21: Habits Aren’t Magic Day 21: It’s Day 21. The magical moment where it’s all supposed to click into place. At least that’s what we’ve been told, right? “It takes 21 days to build a habit.” I call bullshit. If 21 days was really all it took, I’d have abs, a published book, and…
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Day 20: The Myth of Effortless
Day 20: The Myth of Effortless Day 20: Today was the first day I put jeans on in almost four months. I tried once over the summer—but they were so far from fitting that I just quietly boxed them all up. Basically, they’ve been sitting in denim purgatory ever since. It felt less like storage…
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Day 19: Is the Bare Minimum Still a Win?
Day 19: Is the Bare Minimum Still a Win? Day 19: Still here. Still writing. Even in my bathrobe. Today was another bare minimum day. And honestly? I’m starting to get tired of that being the answer. If this were a movie, today would be the quiet scene where the main character eats toast over…
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Day 18: The Spark That Didn’t Burn It All Down
Day 18: The Spark That Didn’t Burn It All Down Day 18: Sometimes the spark isn’t chaos. Sometimes it’s just light. Today was mostly about the cats — but maybe not just the cats. Lux is new. A little alpha. A little unsure. Possibly disruptive to the house dynamics. Which… is also how I’ve been…
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Day 17: The Pace Problem
Day 17: The Pace Problem Day 17: Trying to become the main character without losing my mind. There’s a different kind of chaos when the ideas that excite you are also the ones you know you need to put on pause. This morning I woke up electric—head spinning with ideas for Shadow & Lux(e), a…
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Day 16: The Robe-Wrapped Resistance
Day 16: The Robe-Wrapped Resistance Day 16: Trying to become the main character without losing my mind. I keep waiting for it to get easier. For the routines to click. For the rhythms to rise up and carry me. For that elusive moment when it all stops feeling like resistance. But today? I scraped the…
