all about me

sometimes it just feels a little scary, knowing that you’re speaking into the void… half hoping you are, mostly hoping you’re not.

I’ve spent all my life waiting for the perfect moment to give myself permission to just be me. To be me loudly and fully. And I’m starting to come to terms that maybe the perfect moment isn’t coming after all, and maybe that’s okay. Because maybe, it’s only going to be the perfect moment once I decide that it is.

I’ve never been one for trying. If I’m going to try, it’s because I’ve already decided or believed that I’ll succeed. But the first inkling of failure, and you’d think my trauma response was flight. So, because I don’t want to be a quitter, I usually stop while I’m ahead and forgo trying all together. Maybe that’s cheating, and maybe it’s just self preservation.

What I do know is this: it can’t count as failing if nobody knows you’re trying.

So, hi. If you’ve found me, then you now know I’ve been paying for a squarespace subscription for a couple of years… and that I only lifted the password protection feature today. Baby steps.

This is the place where I’ve decided to just be me. I hope you’ll like her, and if you don’t, I hope it won’t keep me up at night. And not to sway your opinion one way or another, but I think I’m starting to really like her. Maye you will too.