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 moved to Seattle, Washington.
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.