Little about this chapter is perfect or finished but I'm here, showing you anyway! Not everything beautiful is impeccable. My fear of the cringe or perhaps my propensity for privacy is stunting my creative growth, but this year I've been feeding my mind, galvanizing myself to live for the art of living. I am not playing mysterious, I'm shy to share! I like to observe, to process, to live slowly, to speak on what I know. "But what if what I create is not impressive enough? What I've synthesized is basic?" So what? I've decided the cost of improving is cringe. Let it be messy, let it be awkward, let it be mediocre– until it isn't. I love a punchy line, an abrupt image or a coy musing, but I am more than a moment. I am a web of thoughts, of anxieties, of experiences. I should let myself be complex. I will soon abandon this complacent cocoon, this echo chamber of hyper-independence, people need people. Change is good, it sharpens the mental instruments (use it or lose it). Though it remains true I mess with a mirror selfie, heavily. Some things, by nature, do not change. More on this later...
I started drinking matcha lattes in 2019 before they were doing all these flavors- it doesn't make me special, but does make me right, ty Japan 😌 boots are @dolcevita
