Writer. Curator of moments. Learning the art of becoming — through story, space, and self.
Welcome to my little corner of the internet. This is where the rhythm lives — the experiments, the edits, the cozy in-between. Start with the latest below, or wander.
Latest Posts
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Day 9: The Ideal Day I’m Still Not Living
Day 9: The Ideal Day I’m Still Not Living Day 9: Trying to build the life I want… one missed Pilates session at a time. I’ve been showing up on socials. Reels, captions, blogs, all of it. I’ve even been following the plan. Mostly. But there’s this little layer underneath — the one no one
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Day 8: Cluster F*ck Energy and a Humble Slice of Rhythm
Day 8: Because sometimes the plot twist is just… Texas heat. Today was a cluster fuck. Yes, I’m naming it. Claiming it. Blessing it, blogging it, and maybe cursing it a little. It started sometime in the middle of the night, when I woke up drenched in sweat. In a “why is it 76 degrees
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Day 7: The Things I Let Sit
Day 7: The Things I Let Sit There’s a pile of Sam’s Club boxes in the corner. Normally, I’d take care of them without a second thought—flatten them, break them down, toss them in the bin with the kind of efficiency only a seasoned mum can manage. No one would notice. And if they did,
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Day 6 – Rebellion, Recovery, and the 1% Rule
Day 6: So… after deciding to live a “rebellious day” yesterday (see my blog post) and giving myself permission to occasionally not follow the script… something unexpected happened. Here’s my recap from that rebellious day I didn’t have to, but I ended up wanting to do a lot of my ideal day anyway. That felt…
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Day 5
Day 5 of the Main Character Experiment Day 5: The Rebellious Day Currently starring in a 40-day experiment. Reviews pending. This morning I woke up with a familiar feeling: “I’m behind.” Four blog posts. A handful of reels. Captions, edits, drafts… all half-done and staring at me like disappointed teachers. And yet… something in me
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Day 4
Day 4: The Morning Freud Lost, Adler Won, and AI Called Me Out This morning I woke up at 4 a.m.—which sounds heroic, until you realize I didn’t choose it. My brain decided sleep was overrated and launched the “let’s worry about reels and blog posts and everything you’re behind on” playlist. At 4 a.m.
