I spent my morning with the executive director of an art gallery, discussing programming and collaboration opportunities and how merging creative disciplines is a powerful way to perpetuate the arts.

I believe in saying things out loud as a method of making them true. Manifesting.

I am wildly determined. Not because I was born that way, but because I make a choice each day to keep trying.

“It’s possible,” I said as traffic started to move through the lights.

As of today, I have reached 75% of the 2022 gross income goal I set for my small business.

Here I am. Six months into this self-employment journey. Twenty-six weeks since I could rely on a steady pay cheque. 150 days since I've had someone telling me what to do.

In the fifth grade, my friend Miranda was obsessed with New Kids on the Block and fully determined to marry Jordan Knight.

I believe in magic. I always have. It's why I devoured Tolkien as a child and how I know there's always something just beyond my reach.

Showing up to a job that doesn't move you or challenge you or encourage growth or empower you to do better is not a job; it's a chore.

Last week I shared in my Instagram stories about how I wanted to put up boundaries around my weekend.

2021 brought so much change. It opened the door to creating my own space for my business and the push I needed to finally leave my day job and pursue a full time career in publishing.