#notforshow

I used to want the loud kind of success—the kind you could brag about. But that craving has softened. Now I want the kind of life that feels good at 8 a.m. on a Tuesday, while I’m making toast. Quiet doesn’t

At some point I decided I had to be “put together.” Like every emotion had to be labeled and logged. Like every creative idea needed a side hustle. But recently I’ve been leaning into the uncool stuff.