The Blogging Bae

*disclaimer* This post touches on the serious subject of suicide...if you or anyone you know is struggling with depression, please seek help. Tomorrow is another day! It may be tough and hard but keep going. Please keep going! You belong here.  The hardest part about being a creative person is never feeling up to par with your peers. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing...given that it keeps one humble and in my case, keeps me keepin’ on.  I dare say most of us know this feeling and we know it well! Some do a damn good job of hiding those insecurities-for instance-my husband-an artist whom I admire immensely-seems to never doubt his work or purpose in life. It’s only when I open up about my own fears that he shows me his vulnerable side, a camaraderie to ensure I’m not alone.  The man can draw anything beautifully! Meanwhile, I can barely put two stick figures together. His handwriting is impeccable...meanwhile mine looks like chicken scratch. He could pick up an instru

In December I went to Iceland...if you’ve read any of my prior posts you’ve heard me rave about this amazing trip and country repeatedly. For those of you who are new, here’s the condescended version: I spent 13 days traveling at the end of 2019. I started in Denver, Colorado then headed to New York City. NYC to Amsterdam then Amsterdam to Nürnberg, Germany for the family portion of this holiday. Which also included day trips to Rothenburg, Germany and Salzburg, Austria. I finally ended the world tour in Reykjavík, Iceland.  I worked so hard to make this trip happen-despite someone I cared deeply about talking all the smack they could about said adventure. A surreal (even though I hate that word) awakening...and to say it was pure perfection is an understatement but here it goes, IT WAS ABSOLUTE BLISS. Hmmmm? Take that, judgy f*ck.  In fact, 2019 was....in a nutshell...Ah. Maze. Ing.  Not only did I go to these places but I also went to Jamaica for a week in June as

Yesterday was a low day. I turned on the news and the world is still falling apart. The president of my country was still an incoherent idiot. I switched to social media and that just wore me thin. It was cold. It was gloomy. It was rainy and I was feeling blah. So I decided to turn it all off and write...I hate this monkey on my back and writing has always been the cathartic shaking that’s needed.  In the beginning of this year, I decided to throw myself into my photography. I decided to revamp my blog and return it back to what it was before it ‘needed’ a niche. I decided to make my two extremely important creative outlets that previously have always been placed on the back burner, a priority. Before this year took off blazing down the road, there was always a reason why I never focused on these two things. Timing, feeling quite not ‘good enough’ and lack of confidence in what I was producing. My shadow self clings too these emotions like there is no there is no other feeling