when i was younger, i’d stay up all night hopping between random creative projects—cutting up magazines to make collages, teaching myself piano (very quietly, so no one would hear), and writing for an online blog that literally no one read.

 

i’ve always had this gut feeling that i was meant to do big things. maybe it’s the stubbornness i got from my dad—not mad about it, by the way. it pushes me to figure things out on my own, even when accepting help would probably be… easier.

 

i wanted to try everything as a kid. soccer? did that. competitive cheer? yep. taught myself piano? sure did. then in middle school, i got into painting. somewhere along the way, i also developed a lifelong love for taking absurdly long walks, searching for the perfect seashell, and impulsively starting (and sometimes finishing) art projects.

 

my grandma—who raised seven kids on her own—is the person i admire most. her resilience, warmth, and ability to make even the hardest days feel manageable remind me why i keep pushing forward, chasing creativity, and following whatever sparks my curiosity.

 

i love making playlists & i am constantly listening to music. 

 

i also really love trader joe’s crunchy curls. just an fyi.

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creativity has always been the thing that keeps me moving.

keeps me curious.

keeps me me.