I decided a good way to share my self portraits for October was accompanied by a general life update. And apparently 3 days into November. It's been about a month and a half since I moved to downtown Portland, transferred jobs, and started my serious design studies at PSU. It's been a little bumpy (much… Continue reading Self Portrait Series: October
Almost 24 months. 42 (going on 43) posts. 2,900 views. 1,642 visitors. Read in 25 countries. 1 girl. 1 idea. But who's counting? I'm in awe at where this "idea" has taken me and the course in which I see it going. I couldn't be more humbled by the responses I get from all who follow along. The… Continue reading Self Portrait Series: The Best Is Yet To Come
It's been a really incredible week. I mean like, really good. I've been on the biggest inspiration, writing, creative, and peace streak of my life. I started reading My Name Is Hope by John Mark Comer; It's a book on anxiety, depression, and life after melancholy from a biblical perspective — and let me tell you,… Continue reading Perfectly Imperfect
Too often have I been found intimidated by the beauty and sophistication of boutique shops here in Portland. Time and time again I've avoided visiting the inside of them because I know I will feel in a way "not qualified" to enter. I'll feel too self conscious to take photos (half the reason one probably… Continue reading Shop Musings
Curtis and I did some much needed Portland exploring yesterday with our "new" friends Carla and Frank on a not-double-date. Despite having to wait close to 45 minutes for the window table we wanted at Måurice, we made the most of our time by stopping next door at Courier for pre-lunch beverages and conversation. Coffee… Continue reading Friday With Friends
You know that feeling when you get out of a car after being in it for a really long time? Like hours? Sore bum? Bladder about to burst? Kind of starving? That's sort of how I feel right now. Or rather, how I felt. Tired, unsatisfied, hungry — the list could go on and on.… Continue reading Even At My Worst
*Written earlier today in my little olive green journal* I'm catching what seems to be the last stitches of Fall. Or perhaps they are the first of Winter. Either way, I'm content. This last week has been one of toil and I've needed more time to myself than ever to rest, reflect, and most of all — refocus.… Continue reading A Wednesday Afternoon.