Hello ether, universe, oblivion. I’m starting this blog for the millionth time. The past starts I’ve made declarations like “I WILL make posts every x amount of days” or challenge myself to do such and such. I’m not going to be doing such and such every x amount of days. There’s too much pressure in that. I’ve never been good at journaling, which, in hindsight, may have been a symptom of hidden ADHD. I didn’t know I had ADHD until this year when a coworker who turned out to be a soul sister, noticed some things and was like “…hey girl… there’s pills for this you know.” I’m so thankful.

NORMALIZE LEARNING YOU’VE GOT THE OLD RAZZLE DAZZLE AT A LATER AGE!!

Speaking of the razzle dazzle, let’s get back to why we’re all here shall we?

I am an artist. It’s been my dream to be 1. Have my own art gallery, and 2. be a children’s book illustrator. I joke that the universe hates me (I can’t ever take a shortcut because it’s guaranteed to be 10 times longer than the way I should have gone) but in reality, it really has a time and map of its own. I’m in my artist era now, and through the twists and turns of life I have built a tribe of cheerleaders. They’ve taught me what I deserve, have looked out for me, and are actively pushing me to grow. A week ago at the West Seattle Summerfest, one of my lovely, talented, amazing friends sold my art to people who didn’t know me while promoting her book. 2 hours before that happen, I was having a full blown imposter syndrome meltdown. I explained to her what was going on and her response was “You’ve got this!” I brought my 2 prints and 6 cards down even though I was 100% sure nobody wants my toddler-like finger paintings. I sold 3 cards. 3!! Since then, I’ve restarted this blog, I have an online store, and I’m armed with business cards.

LET’S EFFING GO.