defining.

Note// I needed to make another first step. Here are some words.

I feel like my entire life has been about finding myself. I don’t think I realized this until just…now. It’s interesting how a few letters tapped out and deleted, typed out and deleted on a screen can inspire the most surprising reflections.

I’m twenty-six.

I moved to Seattle, Washington.

Searching.

Thus begins, Chapter 4: Sleeping less in Seattle.

I want to write I want to write I want to write I want to write I want to write I want to write.

I haven’t read a great book in a while. I feel……dim.

Literature is everything. Literature is everything.

I miss cooking.

I love coffee and Sunday mornings that smell like fresh rain water. Socks pulled high over ashy knees. I love the crackling of wood and flames.

I want to be the boss.

Sometimes I feel like this super hero who has a weakness for love stories. Unsure of how this effects my powers.

I want to create I want to create I want to create I want to create I want to create.

A bright red lipstick is my greatest weapon.

I want to search and learn and share. I feel like my journey deserves to be documented.

Welcome.

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