Sharing my Notes on Life.

I’ve always known I was meant for this world. To do what? I’m still figuring that out. But it’s the kind of knowing that fuels your mind, body, and soul - even when you can’t explain it. The kind that whispers, you can do more. But lately, I’ve been thinking about what sits on the other side of more . I love music - especially the kind that moves me and makes me think. Over the weekend, Pat and I took a little drive, soaking in the scenery, when Damocles by Sleep Token cam

Lately, the internet’s been asking if having a boyfriend is embarrassing. Vogue wrote about it, TikTok debated it, and I-someone who’s been with the same amazing man for years- found myself half laughing, half spiraling. Because honestly? I get it. When I say “my boyfriend” out loud, I can feel that weird cultural cringe ripple through the air. It’s not about him- he’s my best friend, my soft place to land, my biggest hype man. It’s about what people assume when you lead with

It's hard to fall asleep. The clock mocks me, racing past midnight, each minute a reminder that I am still awake, still fighting a body that forgot how to rest. I stare at the ceiling, dark and open, and wondering if peace is a place I've ever been to, a country my passport cannot reach. The walls hum with silence, my dogs' breath flowing steadily. But I'm finding myself listening to something that isn't there. A thought, a prayer, a reason, anything that tells me that I am