Authenticity
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Dear INFJ: Letter #3 – You Were Never Meant to Be Small
Dear INFJ, You’ve spent so much of your life folding yourself into quieter versions of who you are. You learned how to dim your light, not because it wasn’t bright, but because it made others squint. You learned how to carry other people’s pain without them even asking, like it was your job, your purpose, Continue reading
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I’m So Tempted to Start a YouTube Channel… But Where Do I Begin?
Lately, I’ve found myself daydreaming about starting a YouTube channel. I’ve always loved creating content, whether it’s for my podcast, Artifacts & Anecdotes, or sharing my photography with friends. But YouTube? It feels like a whole new world. And to be honest, I’m a little unsure about where to even start. I’ve been tossing around Continue reading
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Dear INFJ: Letter #2 – Your depth is a gift
I see you. I see how the world looks at you and whispers that you’re “too much.” Too intense. Too deep. Too emotional. Too serious. Too… something. And maybe, for a while, you believed them. Maybe you tried to tone it down, to laugh a little louder at jokes that didn’t land, to nod along Continue reading
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A Night of Recognition: Celebrating Dale Johnson and Female Composers
Last night’s Tacoma Youth Symphony concert was a moment of reflection, celebration, and recognition. It was a reminder of the untold stories of women in classical music and a tribute to the impact of Dale Johnson, a figure whose influence has shaped countless musicians over the years. It was a night that made me reflect Continue reading
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Valentine’s Day Evening: Sick at Home but Creating Art
Valentine’s Day—an evening of candlelit dinners, thoughtful gestures, and love in all its forms. But this year, I find myself wrapped in a blanket, not in romance, but in tissues and herbal tea. The universe had other plans. While others are out celebrating, I’m here, feeling the weight of the day in an entirely different Continue reading
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Success Isn’t About Showing Off
For as long as I can remember, the idea of flaunting success has never resonated with me. Designer logos, luxury cars, extravagant homes – none of that has ever felt like success to me. While I can admire quality craftsmanship, I’ve never found fulfillment in accumulating things just to show the world I’ve “made it.” Continue reading
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Saturday Evening Art
It’s Saturday evening, and I’m unwinding from the day with a cup of tea, my dog curled up beside me. The soft glow of incense drifts through the air, wrapping the room in warmth as I settle into the quiet. The week has been long, but tonight is for stillness, creativity, and a little time Continue reading
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Elphaba, Glinda, and the INFJ-ESFJ Dynamic: The Clash of Depth and Conformity
I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on how different Enneagram types interact in books and films. As an INFJ 4w5, I’ve always been fascinated by the complexities of character dynamics, particularly the tension between characters who are polar opposites but somehow find themselves intertwined. It’s this sort of contrast that adds a deep, almost magnetic Continue reading
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In the Quiet of What Was
There’s a peculiar kind of space that exists now, neither empty nor filled, but suspended in a way that feels both unsettling and inevitable. It’s strange how something so dynamic can shift into something so intangible, and yet, it lingers. Like a theory untested, or an idea that hasn’t quite reached its conclusion. It’s not Continue reading
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A Portrait of Light: Painting Myself Into the Aurora
There is something about the aurora that feels like a language I almost understand. It moves with a kind of knowing, a silent rhythm written in color, never still, never fully graspable, yet undeniably real. It exists in the space between darkness and light, between earth and sky, between what is seen and what is Continue reading
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In Between
This poem, In Between, is meant to be spoken over Pat Metheny’s Phase Dance. The rhythm of the words aligns with the fluid, improvisational energy of the music. Begin reciting at the opening of the track, letting the tempo and mood guide your delivery. Adjust your pacing to match the ebb and flow of the Continue reading
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Half of Me
There’s a half of me I keep in shadows,tucked beneath the surface where no one sees.A quiet hum of longing, a melody unsung,a bridge that spans the distance between who I amand who I might have been. Half of me craves roots,anchored in the soil of certainty,nurtured by stability,while the other halfdreams of flight—windswept freedom,the Continue reading
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Why I Bought an iPad: A Return to Drawing and Self-Expression
Recently, I decided to treat myself to something I’ve been thinking about for a while – I splurged on an iPad. It might seem like just another piece of technology, but for me, it’s so much more. It’s a step toward rediscovering a part of myself I’ve let drift away: drawing. When I was younger, Continue reading
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The beauty of the small things: embracing the hidden depths of everyday life
There’s a quiet magic in the world that most people overlook, the kind of beauty that doesn’t shout to be seen, but quietly whispers to those who know how to listen. It’s in the warmth of the sun on your face as you step outside in the morning, the way the breeze dances gently through Continue reading
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The Home I Carry With Me
Home. It’s a word that holds so much meaning. For years, I thought it was simply a place like the house I grew up in, the rooms that felt familiar, the roof that kept everything out. I thought it was a fixed thing, a physical space that defined where I belonged. But over time, I’ve Continue reading
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Amélie: A Mirror to My Soul
There are certain moments in life when art seems to reach into the very depths of your soul and reveal parts of you that you never knew could be expressed. That’s exactly how I felt when I first watched Amélie. It wasn’t just a film—it felt like someone had stepped into my mind, observed my Continue reading
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The Courage to Be Authentic in a World That Pushes Conformity
Authenticity has always been like a quiet whisper inside of me, urging me to show up as I truly am. It’s a knowing that runs deep in my chest, one that tells me I should embrace who I am, no matter how much it feels like I might be “too much” for the world around Continue reading
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