Dear Curious Readers: being human is no simple task…
It is a truth seldom spoken, yet deeply felt, that being human is no simple task. And in this modern age, where one’s life may unfold before an unseen audience… it becomes even more complicated…
When I first started posting, it felt freeing. Sharing my creativity and leaning into something I was passionate about became an escape from a life that, at the time, had started to feel… unrecognizable. Complicated. A little lost (we’ll come back to this).
This wasn’t something I planned. But in many ways, it became a gift, something I needed… just not in the way, or for the reasons, I thought. It is something I’m still grateful for… but also something that would challenge me in more ways than I expected.
I was quickly thrust into spaces and groups I instinctively knew I didn’t really belong in… but it felt good to be there. I was green. I was eager…maybe too eager. And after years of putting others first, chasing other people’s dreams for me, and just wanting to feel like the main character in my own story for once… it felt exciting.
But time has a way of revealing things.
And reality has a way of catching up with you when your head hits the pillow at night… no matter how fast you run or how high you try to climb.
Recently, after spending time in the place where so much of this journey began, I found myself reflecting on how far I’ve come… but also on the MANY stories behind how I got here.
Because as “influencers,” creators, or whatever label we’re given… we’re often asked to do the impossible:
Be authentic… but follow unspoken rules.
Be yourself… but be careful how much you share.
Support others… but watch who you align yourself with.
It’s a constant balancing act.
And the truth is… no one can be fully transparent online. Not really.
Because at the end of the day, we’re all tied to something… or someone. Myself included.
But this isn’t about anyone else. This is about my journey.
You may recognize some of the moments, the places… maybe even the stories. But what matters most is how I got here…and the lessons I’ve learned along the way.
Because I’m not innocent in all of this.
And facing those truths… is part of the story, too.
But the question remains…
Is this a phase brought on by my recent obsession with Bridgerton paired with my ADHD?
Or will writing my story continue to provide the outlet my soul has been seeking?
Honestly… time will tell.
But I have a feeling it won’t be quiet. 👀
