Jasmin Pamukcu

This is what three days of graphic recording looks like. 🤩 Feeling proud (and a little in awe) of this one. It was an honor to scribe for the Internet Stewardship Forum — capturing conversations from people who care deeply about preservation, access, and the future of information.

What if you could slow down and actually notice how you relate — in real time? Join Jasmin Pamukcu @jasbacca for a special night of authentic relating and exploration. Instead of debating relationship structures or theories, explore questions like: What happens in me when I feel attraction, distance, or uncertainty? How do I signal yes, no, or maybe? Where do I override myself? What feels nourishing in connection — and what doesn’t? Whether you’re monogamous, nonmonogamous, poly-curious, partnered, single, or somewhere in between, this space is about practicing conscious connection — not performing a certain identity. No experience with authentic relating is needed.✨ Tickets on calendar at link in bio.

It’s finally here! 🎉 My sister, @ayshbot , just released a book with Dr. Jamila Porter called “Strategic Skills for Public Health Practice: Advancing Equity and Justice, “and I had the joy of illustrating it. ✨ This book bridges a crucial gap between racial justice and public health. It’s smart, fresh, and rooted in community, calling on public health practitioners to reimagine their work as a movement for equity and collective power. As illustrator, my role was to bring the ideas to life visually, through a mix of illustration and graphic facilitation, translating big, abstract concepts into something you can see and connect with. It’s full of heart, history, and vision. I’m so proud of this work, and even more proud of my sister. She’s brilliant, grounded, and one of the most inspiring people I know. Getting to collaborate with her and the @debeaumontfndtn on this was truly special. 📖 Amazon link to purchase in bio!

Just about a year ago, I was in an operating room having emergency surgery that changed everything — my body, my perspective, my sense of stability. Doctors drained three liters of blood from my abdomen. I’m deeply grateful to be here. The months that followed were messy and humbling: recovery, motherhood, uncertainty, and a slow re-evaluation of what kind of work and life I want to build. I don’t have it all figured out yet. I continue rebuilding and reimagining, but I’m moving forward with clarity and purpose, taking on work that feels meaningful and impactful. I have space for a few projects while I navigate this next chapter. If you or your team are looking for support, I’d love to connect: 1️⃣ Facilitation & Consulting – helping teams communicate and collaborate with more awareness and care. 2️⃣ Illustration & Visual Storytelling – translating complex, human ideas into accessible visuals (especially for social impact). Link to my portfolio in comments. 3️⃣ Graphic Recording / Live Visuals – capturing talks, workshops, and ideas in real time. I’m stepping into this next season with new energy, and open to collaborations that challenge, inspire, and make a difference. Let me know if this sounds like you or someone you know! ✨

Then (first four photos)… & now (last photo). 💫 Happy four year wedding-aversary to my Big Lug 🔩, my Spaghetti 🍝, my Roost 🐓 Daddy, my @nevinmcconnell . My teammate who I can rely on in all the ways, including always keeping it weird. 🦔 We love to make things complicated, don’t we? But damn is life so full. Thanks for helping me live a life of no regrets. 💞 (First four photos of our wedding celebrations in 2021 📸 by the amazing @tianahunterweddings )

The world is falling apart but you are wonderful and I’m grateful for every day I get to be your partner in life, parenting, and adventure. ❤️🌈🔥✨🪩🕺🧌 happy birthday, @nevinmcconnell !

Watching Zeki’s personality emerge might be the coolest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Maybe the coolest thing I will ever witness. Every day, as his brain and little body grow, as he feels into the world and learns how it works, he becomes more and more defined — this wild, tender, curious little human who wasn’t here before and now just… IS?! 🤯❤️ Sure, I can guide, offer values, shape a container. But more and more, I realize my job isn’t to mold him — it’s to make space for him to become who he already is. 🙏 Parenting is. SO. COOL. (and hard, obviously. but this post isn’t about that.)

Reading “Splinters” by Leslie Jamison has me reflecting on the way motherhood shifts identity — sometimes gradually, sometimes all at once. When Zeki was born, it felt like my entire sense of self got reorganized overnight. Coach, facilitator, partner, community member, artist — every identity I held dear was paused. All my energy, my body, my mind, my everything, was needed by this tiny, sacred being who required me to survive. But then — slowly, gently — pieces started returning. Because of a beautiful support system that I am ever grateful for (my parents, @nevinmcconnell , @harlow__dreams , @caminantisimo , others), I got to try on parts of myself again. At 6 weeks postpartum, we went to a New Year’s party with a baby sleeping room (can we make this a new norm?! 🙏), and I felt the joy of the part of myself that is a community member online again. At 2 months, I ran my first Enneagram coaching program. My inner coach & facilitator got to stretch her arms again. 💻 At 6 months, illustration opportunities found me. I got to be a social justice artist again. ✏️ And around 1 year, Nevin and I started going on proper dates — and I remembered what it feels like to be “just a girl in love,” like Leslie Jamison writes, unburdened by the complexities of motherhood for even just a moment. 💕 Now, 17 months in, I’m noticing the ebb and flow. Some identities return like deep soul medicine. 🌸 Others feel harder — like a favorite sweater that shrunk in the wash, or that needs mending. 🪡 Entrepreneurship, for one, feels… different. Like it wants to evolve alongside me. But what floors me most is how *alive* motherhood feels. Even with the mess and the exhaustion, the milk stains and the interrupted thoughts, this identity is dominant. Expansive. Joyful. Exhilarating. At 37, after so much life already lived, I feel cracked open and reassembled — with a new part of me I can’t imagine life without. And sometimes it is a stretch to remember life before Zeki. But I wouldn’t trade this version of me for anything.

Trying to contribute a bit of sweetness to the internet by sharing this lil’ video of Zeki doing his number one favorite activity right now — throwing debris into the pond. 😅💙🐠

I’ve been quiet on here for a while. Life continues. The year turned. I keep coaching, working with teams. Entrepreneurship is beautiful and complicated. I keep hugging, kissing, and adoring my child, delighting in every giggle, every wobble, every milestone. I hug my friends. I drive, run errands, call my mother. And then, there is the world. Wars continue. Tyrants rise. Trans people are under attack. People I love are under. Attack. Life is full and complex, magical and hard. Trying to make sense of it all in this overstimulating kaleidoscope feels impossible some days. And then there is this platform, Instagram. A place to share and connect, a place of addiction and bad habits. What is my role here? What is its purpose for me? I debate this often. Is it to promote my business? Share life updates with friends? Collect scraps of memory, a digital scrapbook to summarize a life? Can a life even be summarized, in all its range and messiness? I don’t know the answer. But I do know that gathering moments from 2024, particularly from this first year of my child’s life, felt sweet. Having a baby is life-altering. There are pieces of the postpartum blur that start to fade, and looking at this reel brings me joy. I still don’t have the answer to my questions, but I know this: I am grateful. Grateful to look back on my memories. Grateful to share this video with loved ones, to show the many people in it that they are woven into the tapestry of my family. To show my extended family abroad glimpses of this American girl’s life. To have an easy place to refer back and remember what happened, who I was in 2024. Life is heavy, but reviewing my memories brings me joy. And I believe joy is the fuel that keeps us going — keeps us working toward a more beautiful and equitable world. Thank you for reading, for witnessing. ❤️

Did you know that some of the best ideas come when we let our minds wander? Research shows that mind-wandering helps boost creativity, solve problems, and process emotions. In our always-on world, giving your brain space to drift might just be the key to your next big idea. 🌿✨ How do you make time for moments like these?

As the year winds down and the days grow shorter, I find myself leaning into the natural rhythm of winter... a time for slowing down, looking inward, and reflecting on what’s working and what isn’t. The quieter season is an great moment to pause before the energy and momentum of January carry us forward. Taking time now to reflect can help us enter the new year with clarity, intention, and purpose. Here are a few actionable ways to lean into introspection this winter: 1️⃣ Review your wins and challenges: What went well this year & what didn’t? Write it down and celebrate your progress, even the small steps. 2️⃣ Identify what fuels you! Which activities, people, or projects energized you? Which drained you? Use this list to set boundaries or prioritize what matters in 2025. 3️⃣ Set intentions, not resolutions: I recommend this to all my coaching clients. Think about how you want to *feel* and what you want to focus on in the year ahead. Let those guide your goals. 4️⃣ Create space to dream: Reflection isn’t just about the past, it’s about imagining what’s next. Give yourself time to explore new possibilities. Slowing down might feel counterintuitive (especially in our obsessively productivity-driven culture) but it’s often the most powerful way to prepare for what’s ahead. How are you reflecting as we wrap up the year? I’d love to hear what practices help you find clarity during this season. 🌟