It’s a complicated thing, choosing to say goodbye when things still feel good. It’s that act of intentionally choosing rather than reacting that empowers us to take the reigns and chart a new adventure. One that is exciting and scary and filled with unstoppable momentum. Yet in that same fateful decision, you also choose to welcome grief. The sadness of letting go and the acknowledgement that what has been will no longer be.
Read MoreWhen I was 20, I lived on a tiny island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea without a cell phone and with very spotty WiFi. I was too tall, too pale, and too organized to be allowed, yet there I was and there I unexpectedly thrived.
Read MoreIt was a slow, gloomy morning in South Kensington—my last day in London and the first morning I woke up looking to intentionally ease into my day. My daily museum was a 15 minute walk away but I had awoken so unusually early that it wasn’t open yet. Unfortunately, it seemed I had too much time to kill and absolutely no plan. Some people would say that’s good for me. I would of course say otherwise.
Read MoreHappy Easter, friends. We’ve got a lot going on, but Easter reminds us that light conquers darkness, and that the world we want to build after all this is possible.
Read MoreThis was a hard year. We grieve because we love.
Read MoreI remember opening up my first Harry Potter book in the backseat of the Corsica, after making my parents drive me to Barnes & Noble just so I could get the book every person in the universe was talking about. I was admittedly skeptical (because I liked to be overly original...a budding hipster even then), but I can still remember the feeling I had reading the first chapter in the car—it was like a whole new world had opened up just for me.
Read MoreComing on the heels of graduation, I find myself reflecting perhaps a bit more than usual this new year. I mean honestly I feel like all I’m doing is feeling things these days. Gross.
Read MoreI always knew I wanted to get a master’s degree, but for the longest time I wasn’t sure what I wanted to study. I tried a lot of subjects on for size, most of which logically aligned with my previous degrees or career choices, but none of them stuck. It wasn’t until I fell into design and applied to MCAD’s Post-Baccalaureate Certificate program that I realized “designer” was the piece of myself I had been missing. Looking back, design and design thinking have played a role in almost every job or project I have taken on—I just never knew to call it that. It may have taken years for me to figure that out, and it may have been frustrating and scary to change directions in mid-air, but I did it and it is still one of the bravest things I think I’ve ever done.
Read More“Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No one to be.”
Read More“Just because someone is nice doesn’t mean they’re good.” Three cocktails in and these were my words of wisdom for dating. Not too bad if I do say so myself.
Read MoreFor most of my life I've had a low-key obsession with space. Maybe it was Star Trek, maybe it was the fact that I had a perfect view out my bedroom window of the very few stars I could see in the city. Whatever the reason, I hope that we continue to explore and work to make sense of this universe. Rest in the stars, Mr. Hawking.✨🔭
Read MoreProcrastinating by making a motivational gif to try and end my procrastination.
Read MoreFor the first time in eight days I wore a "real bra" and god, it's just as awful as I remember.
Read MoreAs a nonprofit designer, I often feel as though I design on an island. Surrounded by a sea of for-profit creators, I watch as their branding projects and high-value accounts push their careers forward, delivering the same type of content over and over again in an echo-chamber of cubicles. Most of those designers, working in a world of decks and budget line items at least 3x higher than my annual pay, are ignorant to the amazing work being done on little islands like mine where resources and admiration are scarce, but skill is high and the hustle is real.
Read MoreFor the past two years, I've operated under the assumption that as a Designer I was a creative professional, but I never presumed to be an Artist. In fact I've actively avoided calling my work "art" or investing too much of my own narrative into my projects. (Style and personality, yes. Narrative, not so much.)
Read MoreTwo years ago, I decided to change up my life in unexpected ways and went back to school. Little did I know just how much would change in that time. Goals and expectations for the future, lifestyles and personal capacity, my own skills and sense of self all look so different now than when I started in 2015. To say I’ve grown a lot would be an understatement.
Read MoreSometime around 7th grade, I just stopped drawing. No idea why, except that maybe it had something to do with a general lack of confidence and a greater awareness of boy bands and Abercrombie shopping bags. No matter the reason, the fact remains that for 15 years, that skill lay dormant—getting rusty and becoming quite unfamiliar.
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