Self Reflection
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INFJs and the Sexy Magic of Extroverted Sensing
As an INFJ, I’ve spent most of my life living in my head observing, analyzing, imagining, and predicting. My dominant function, introverted intuition (Ni), allows me to see patterns, sense meaning, and anticipate possibilities. But it can also keep us tucked away from the vividness of the present. That’s where extroverted sensing (Se) comes in. Continue reading
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The Breakfast Pizza That Reminds Me of Mom
This morning, I found myself craving something very specific: old school cafeteria breakfast pizza. It’s simple really. A soft crust, a layer of sauce, sausage crumbles, and melted cheese. Nothing fancy and nothing complicated. But for me, it carries the weight of memory, of childhood mornings, of my mom. She worked in the school cafeteria Continue reading
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Threads of Life: Soul, Magic, and What Comes Next
I’ve always believed that life is more than the minutes we spend walking around on this earth. Honestly, I can’t wrap my brain around the idea that everything like the trees, the laughter, the heartbreak, the tiny coincidences that feel like winks from the universe just exists to disappear. I’ve seen meaning everywhere I’ve looked, Continue reading
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My Ideal Home: A Lush, Whimsical Sanctuary
What does your ideal home look like? If I could design my dream home, it wouldn’t be about trends, minimalism, or perfection. It would be warm, eclectic, whimsical, and alive. A sanctuary that breathes and grows with every moment. Traditional at its core, with hints of preppy charm, a little boho, academic sophistication, and playful Continue reading
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The Photo That Started It All
Back in 2007, I finally treated myself to a digital camera. I’d been saving up for it forever, and when I got that little Fujifilm FinePix A600 digital camera in my hands, it felt like holding a tiny key to a secret world. I still have it, and yes… I still use it. That camera 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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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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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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🌿 I Made a Video About Letting Go
I recently filmed a video about something that’s been unfolding quietly in my life: The slow, personal process of letting go. Letting go of isolation. Letting go of second guessing myself. Letting go of the things I carried for so long, I forgot I could set them down. This isn’t a “how to.” It’s a Continue reading
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Cleansed: A Meditative Water Journey
Filmed in black and white, Cleansed is a meditation on renewal. It begins with light, with dryness, with restraint. And slowly, quietly, it unfolds into something softer, wetter, and more vulnerable. The water falls not just on my skin, but through the layers of armor we so often wear in this world. As the droplets Continue reading
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Mirror
I am the mirror The one you never quite expect, But when you meet my gaze, You see beyond the mask you wear. In my stillness, you confront The parts you hide even from yourself The choices made in shadow, The soft betrayals you dare not name. I hold your reflection steady, Not twisted by Continue reading
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No Vacations, No Retirement —Just Grit and Grace
I grew up in what my mother called “working poor.” It wasn’t a label we wore publicly. It was just… life. At first, I thought we were like everyone else. I thought soup kitchens were just another kind of restaurant. I thought thrift stores were where everyone got their clothes. I thought rich meant your Continue reading
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Limbo
Edges blur and fade A soul drifts in hollow space Yearning without home. Continue reading
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The Woman I Saw in Myself: Loving Katharine Hepburn
There are women I admire. And then there are women who remind me of myself before I had language for who I was. Katharine Hepburn is that woman. I can’t tell you the first time I saw her, I don’t mean watched her, I mean felt her. That sudden stillness in my chest, like someone Continue reading
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The Art of Fragrance: Memory, Mystery, and Musky Skin
There was a time in my life when I worked behind a fragrance and cosmetics counter at a large department store. The lights were soft but flattering, the glass counters sparkled, and I was surrounded by bottles—tiny, elegant sculptures filled with emotion. That’s what perfume is, really: emotion in liquid form. Back then, I didn’t Continue reading
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My First Week Back at Work After Surgery: A Humbling Reminder
Coming back to work after surgery felt like walking into a space I once knew but now had to relearn. I told myself I’d ease back in, be gentle with my body, honor the healing process. And I really thought I understood what that meant. But this first week? It reminded me how much I Continue reading
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