It feels selfish to even write this as so many people are struggling.

I wonder if everyone else feels this, too…walking through the stores as staff swap out Christmas for Valentines overnight like nothing is happening. It's surreal. Almost dystopian.

Like, what is there to celebrate?

How can I go to work when everything is so uncertain? Either way…rent is still due. I know I have a voice. I know I can show up when it matters. But…is it enough?

This blog is my journal.

The main goal: find myself this summer. I haven't been part of a local friend group in over ten years…and I'm sick of waiting for friends to do things that matter to me. So this summer, I'm taking a risk and facing the world alone, and I'm going to document along the way.

It feels like we can all sense where things are heading. Like history is repeating itself. And here I am, talking about wanting more joy, more fun, more life this summer. It feels strange to even say it out loud…

So here’s to finding warmth and joy in a cold season. Here’s to trying new things, showing up when it counts, and being authentically myself.