
Trip to IKEA
A soft alien, a red candle, and a stroll past potted plants, just another unexpectedly lovely visit to IKEA.
A soft alien, a red candle, and a stroll past potted plants, just another unexpectedly lovely visit to IKEA.
Life doesn’t unravel with a bang, it slips away quietly, in spirals. The same momentum that drags you down can also lift you up, one small decision at a time.
Since February of this year, I can now also legally drink in the USA. Which changes nothing for me. I believe it's 3 years now since I can legally buy and consume alcoholic beverages and to this day, I had none. It sounds a little unbelievable at first,
The blog honeymoon continues: I started a newsletter. It’s personal, it’s scrappy, and an excuse to keep writing daily. Wrote a short post about it—come see what’s new!
Ever feel like you're playing a character at work? I do, and mine smiles through existential rants just to keep things running smoothly. It’s not deception, it’s survival in business casual.
A strange pattern keeps showing up in my daily life — a vivid pairing of red and yellow, like ketchup and mustard, impossible to ignore.
I’m starting fresh with a new blog, leaving behind the negativity of my old posts to focus on something more intentional. This is the beginning of a space where I want to write more, and actually enjoy doing it.