What Keeps You Up?
I took 8+ months off from blogging.
I didn’t miss it much. I didn’t miss blogging in the form that I once experienced it.I enjoyed taking a step back from publishing so that I could appreciate what 7 years of sharing looks like. I took time to read my old posts. I laughed, I cringed, I felt appreciation. But nothing about the “influencer,” promotional or lifestyle side of blogging appeals to me.
I’ve spent the last 8 months feeling like I was wearing a muzzle. It was my own doing. The election here in the U.S. pushed me deep into a cycle of fear. I very much feared to share my ideas, my thoughts, saying the wrong thing. I pulled back from tweeting because I was afraid I would miss a tragedy and appear tone deaf. I deleted Facebook. I stopped getting personal.
But I did create. I created a lot. I started making shit that kept me up at night. I collaborated with women instead of competing. I took portraits of women on my own terms and cried when they finally saw their own beauty.
This space has seen a lot of evolution. I’m excited to enter into the next phase. I felt guilty creating art for the majority of this year. My hope is that by resurrecting this space, I’ll find my voice again. And create some rad stuff.