All my life, I’ve been afraid to share my joy. My corny personality.
But that’s how I’m wired.
That’s how I show up in the real world. So I’ve decided to share those parts anyway. Even more now that I’m old AF and give fewer effs.
Last year I had to admit something to myself.
I haven’t always been a good friend.
Nothing scandalous. Just the kind of mistake you make when you’re young, ambitious, and ignorant.
Wearing the logo doesn’t make you legendary. It makes you a billboard.
I used to think certain things would make me feel seen, like I had finally “made it.” But chasing that feeling through stuff? It never lasts.
Every month, I print 10 photos, small moments that matter enough to keep. While the world scrolls past thousands of images, I choose to hold mine in my hands, feel the paper, and turn the pages.