Creative Living
(Notes on creativity, slow living, and the bohemian spirit.)
Being Single on Valentine’s Day and Trying to Believe in Love, Again
An honest Valentine’s Day essay about being single, longing for love, and navigating modern dating without hardening your heart.
5 Little Luxuries That Make Life Feel More Beautiful (Even When It’s Hard)
Life doesn’t always feel beautiful, but beauty doesn’t need perfect circumstances to exist. These are the little luxuries, through small rituals and everyday moments, I return to when life feels heavy.
Single During the Holidays: A Story About Loneliness and Pie
A quiet Thanksgiving morning, a cold side of the bed, and a pie I made instead of disappearing. A soft, cinematic reflection on being single during the holidays.
Holiday Sadness: Finding Hope When the Season Feels Heavy
An honest look at holiday sadness, the ache beneath the sparkle, and the small, tender ways we choose hope anyway.
Starting Over After Burnout: The Quiet Art of Returning to Yourself
I disappeared for a while. Now I’m rebuilding my life in rain, rituals, and small, stubborn acts of beauty.
Soft Productivity: A Gentle Return To Creativity And Discipline
I chased perfection and lost my way. Now I build slower, softer, and let discipline feel beautiful again.
Being Bohemian in New York’s Suburbs: A Creative Life on the Hudson
How I embrace bohemian living in New York’s suburbs—blending creativity, style, and intention along the Hudson.
Gallery-Ready: My New York Art Show Debut and the Ritual of Becoming
For my debut New York art show, I got ready like I was becoming. Silk, curls, courage. This is how I stepped into my artist era.
After My New York Art Show Install: How I’m Practicing Self-Care Before Opening Night
I disappeared in my art studio for weeks, then hung my art on a cafe’s gallery wall. This is what happened in the silence after.
Snapshots of Becoming: A Summer of Healing and Homecoming
Last summer I was a ghost in pearls, mistaking performance for healing. Now I’m rebuilding through quiet rituals—a slow, sacred return to myself, one small moment at a time.