Happy New Year. Or, as I like to call it: the yearly reminder that I still don’t have this life thing figured out.
This year, I’m starting differently.
I’m starting from where I actually am.
I’m still learning. Still sketchy in a lot of ways. Still figuring out how to express what’s inside me—through paint, through words, through quiet moments that don’t always make sense. I’m not “arrived,” and I’m done pretending I need to be.
What I am doing is showing up.
Over the past few years, creativity found me—not as a hobby, but as a lifeline. When certain emotions had nowhere else to go, they went into acrylic paint, paint markers, journals, ideas that only made sense after the fact. Expression became less about making something “good” and more about making something true.
This year isn’t about becoming someone new.
It’s about honoring what’s already been trying to surface.
I want this space to be honest.
Sometimes hopeful. Sometimes messy.
Sometimes quiet. Sometimes brave.
Alongside this, I’m also slowly bringing something new into being: That’s Nice, Actually — a small shop for handmade and secondhand pieces, created in small batches and with care. Like everything else right now, it’s unfolding slowly rather than loudly, and I’ll share more as it takes shape.
If you’re reading this and you also feel unfinished, uncertain, or a little tender about starting again—you’re not behind. You’re just human. And maybe—like me—you’re learning that beginning again doesn’t require erasing yourself.
So here’s to moving forward, one honest step at a time.
And if anyone asks if “I’m okay” I’ll just sip my coffee or tea and quietly hope it’s enough.
