Context

One of the big shifts this past year was a returning to a path I had given up on. In 2012, when I started my first college experience at the Evergreen State College, I didn't know what I wanted to do in my life. As an artist, I knew that art and creativity would always be present in my life in some way. Elsewise I had no idea. Not a very uncommon experience for young people, I know. I let myself go with what sounded interesting at the time (a worthy place to start). I don't regret

Impetus

Distilling experiences, imaginings, and life into words is always the hardest part. It is startlingly and frustratingly easy for me to be intimidated by my thoughts, my call, my urge to share and talk about what goes on in the deepest parts of myself. Mind and soul. Shadowy voices start chiming at the back of my head 'why bother?' 'no one cares' 'don't be so self centered'. I feel a sense of shame but it doesn't feel like my own. Or rather, it doesn't feel like it comes from my self. Those shaming voices sound an awful lot like my mother and my sister.