An inspirational quote on a tea bag once told me that “the gate to happiness is self-compassion.” I’ve always had a hard time with the concept of self-compassion, probably because I have never found comfort in putting myself first. As I grow up, grow into my own skin, and grow accustomed to people loving me for who I am – not the girl I assume they want me to be – I find myself longing for a place where I can bring the assorted fringe of my many colorful personalities together to create the beautiful, worn tapestry I call life.
I never planned to be an event planner or a marketer. I fell into both professions and fell in love in the process. But without a doubt, writing has always been at the center of my world. As I broaden my creative horizons and dive into uncharted visual storytelling mediums I am reminded of my roots – the center that continues to ground me at the end of each day. I am reminded that first and foremost, I was born a writer.
When food and fashion come together – elegantly, with passion and love – they tell a story. That’s probably why I am so drawn to them in my free time. Piecing together individual ingredients is as satisfying as stringing random words into the perfect sentence. A colorful wardrobe says everything, without having to say anything at all.
This site is my creative inner workings come to life on the page. It’s unabashedly eclectic – like me – full of more than just a few of my favorite things. So thank you for following along and for letting me try to live my most true and authentic self.
