I’ve always thought I’d write a blog. A place to talk and think, ramble and remark. Yet as I got older, and saying what you had to say seemed to become a marketing game on instagram and youtube, the less I wanted to say anything, for fear of relentless ridicule and being held to some unspoken high standard.
why, though? why let myself be stifled? nothing I’m going to say here will be groundbreaking or mind-blowing, and what’s wrong with that? This blog will be a landing spot for my creativity and my little adventures, to log my life and thoughts for myself, my friends, and the strangers who stumble across this little piece of the internet.
I’m creating for creating’s sake, and it will be beautiful and cringey, well said and stumbling, genuine and seeking.
and I’m going to embrace it all.
Battered Books 