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A Cozy Friday Night In
It’s a cozy Friday night, and I’m curled up in my jammies with a pumpkin spice latte I made at home on my new espresso maker (Thanks Dad!) Making my own lattes feels like such a win! Saving money, tasting amazing, and filling my space with that warm, cozy pumpkin spice aroma. I’ve got a… Continue reading
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Staying Optimistic
How are you feeling right now? How am I feeling right now? Honestly, I’d say hopeful and optimistic. I’m really focusing on a few areas in my life that matter most to me right now: my health, fitness, my finances, and my creativity. It feels good to put energy into things that make a real… Continue reading
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The Power and Paradox of Noticing: An INFJ Perspective
I’ve always noticed the things most people don’t. The tiny shifts in someone’s tone, that half second hesitation before a word is spoken, the invisible rhythm in a room the second someone walks in. These details, so easily ignored, are like neon signs to me. My brain maps them without me even thinking about it,… Continue reading
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Unspoken
Silent presence hums, a flicker between the lines was it meant, or not? Continue reading
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Television Memories
What TV shows did you watch as a kid? Some of my best childhood memories are stitched together by TV theme songs and commercial breaks, especially the shows I watched curled up next to my mom. Those evenings felt like a ritual: snacks on the coffee table, a blanket we tug-of-war’d over, and reruns that… Continue reading
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Hearing the Magic Behind I’m Still Standing
As a musician, I’m always fascinated by the layers that make up a song, the tiny details that often go unnoticed in the full mix. So imagine my excitement when I stumbled across this incredible YouTube video that deconstructs one of my all time favorite Elton John songs, I’m Still Standing. In this video, each… Continue reading
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Spinning Through Time: Ballroom and English Country Dancing
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about. The last thing that genuinely got me excited? Attending the McMenamins History Ball. I’ve always loved ballroom dancing for the elegance, the music, the way it feels like moving through a story. This event was everything I could hope for and more. On top of… Continue reading
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Inspired by You’ve Got Mail: A Day of Cleaning and Fall Prep
It’s a super hot day today, which feels funny because September is just around the corner. Even with the heat, I found myself reaching for comfort and inspiration, so I curled up and watched my favorite movie, You’ve Got Mail. There’s just something about that film that never fails to make me feel warm inside!!… Continue reading
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New Video: A Pause, A Return, & New Creativity
I took a few weeks away from social media and YouTube to pause, reflect, and recharge. Now I’m back!! I am ready to create, share, and explore ideas with authenticity and joy. Pauses aren’t setbacks; they’re preparation for what comes next. Here’s to creating again, fully and intentionally. Continue reading
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Breath of Ink
Ink becomes my breath, between the dust and the stars I dissolve in thought. Continue reading
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Bracing For Fall
When I was little, every season in Washington carried its own kind of magic. Summer was blackberry stained fingers and stubborn sunsets that lingered long after bedtime. Spring was cherry blossoms scattered across wet sidewalks, tulips rising out of soggy earth. Winter was snow on the Cascades, holiday lights against dark evergreens, breath curling white… Continue reading
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The Pacific Northwest: A Place That Feels Like Soul
What I love most about living in the Pacific Northwest is the way contrasts coexist, not as opposites, but as complements. On the horizon, Mount Rainier rises with a kind of silent majesty, its presence steady and almost mythic. Even when it hides behind clouds, I can feel it there, like a secret guardian watching… Continue reading
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Crossing Thresholds: My First Taste of Japanese Curry
I am not Japanese. My blood is German and American, stitched together across continents, languages, and histories. And yet tonight, standing in my kitchen, I found myself making Japanese curry for the very first time, a dish I had never even tasted before. Cooking it felt almost like crossing a threshold, as though I were… Continue reading
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Moonlight
I don’t wait for him. But I notice when he’s gone. Some nights, his light brushes my skin, and I pretend it’s enough. We never speak. But I look up, and he looks back. That’s all we ever do. And somehow, it feels like everything. Continue reading
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Little Jeweled Angel
You came in like a giggle draped in gemstone light, emerald, turquoise, purple flame, all stitched into your wings like some sky-born crown designed by mischief and moonlight. You weren’t flying, you were flirting, circling me like a secret, like you knew I needed to be reminded that joy still has wings. A little jeweled… Continue reading
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A Day at the Lake: Summer Stillness at Fort Steilacoom
Some days just ask you to slow down. Not because you’re tired or overwhelmed, but because the air feels different. Softer. That was today. Chewy and I went for a walk at Fort Steilacoom Park, one of those places that always helps me come back to myself. The breeze was light, the sun was warm… Continue reading
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The Goddess, Unveiled
I move like honey in the heat, A rhythm slow, a pulse beneath. My skin holds dusk, my breath is wine, The curve of want, the edge of time. I do not beg, I do not chase I summon with a softened face. The world leans in to taste my flame, And whispers low… she… Continue reading
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I’ve Been Fooling Myself
For a long time, I told myself that my wardrobe reflected who I am. That it held memories, identity, intention. I believed that holding on to every color and every ‘maybe someday’ piece meant I was being resourceful, expressive, even sentimental in a meaningful way. But I’ve been fooling myself. The truth? Most of those… Continue reading
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