There’s a side of the glow-up no one talks about. This is the quiet kind, the gritty kind, the kind that happens in the shadows when no one’s watching.

A gentle guide to rebuilding your mornings from the ground up. This post is for anyone struggling mentally, searching for rhythm, softness, and a reason to begin again.

Beneath the strobe lights and cigarette haze of Asheville’s underground music scene, I found something unexpected: disconnection. The same world that once electrified me began to feel hollow—like I was documenting someone else’s story. It wasn’t until I stepped away from the chaos and returned to painting, alone in my apartment with forgotten supplies and unspoken emotions, that I reconnected with myself. That’s when the real transformation began—the one that led me to the bohemian lifestyle, where creativity, authenticity, and meaning took center stage.

I didn’t find the bohemian life. It found me. This isn’t about cliché boho aesthetics, it’s about choosing a life that’s deeply, unapologetically yours.