Hi, hello… remember me?
It feels weird to type on here - you let one or two weeks slip and then not sticking to the thing you said you would becomes habit.
To be honest I have been journaling furiously every day - three pages every morning - just writing and writing, stretching my little chicken scratches across 70 g/m² paper. By the time I come to the Substack, it feels like I’ve run out of things to say - all my juicy, raw unedited bits sitting pretty in a leather bound Moleskine journal.
Then I say maybe I should have a schedule, and then immediately my insides shout ‘NO!’ because the whole point of this was to stretch me creatively - no rigidity. No rules.
So today I will update you on the things I have been doing or that I’m most proud of.
I created and hosted my first (ever) (sold out) event at a members club that rhymes with ‘Boho Bouse’, an astonishing feat if you consider the months and months of unanswered/bounced back emails. There is a part of me that wanted this validation, and I’ll own that. Maybe one day this will not matter so much. For now? Big pat on my back - I did that.
I am getting deeper into motion design, having created ‘too many to count’ animated visual assets for a client that drove me up the wall, but I’m proud of what I’ve achieved.
I am intentionally resting for the remainder of winter 2024 - that is, no long work tasks or all nighters (something my body has resented me for recently in an effort to stick to this commitment).
I’m also getting quite good at this logo design, thing. No, better than good. Great.
My ancestors are present and really have my back. The clear lines of communication has been spinning me lately, but I’m grateful for the opening.
I’m mentoring an up-coming-creative and I’m excited to take all this knowledge and support someone breaking into this industry. I needed a ‘me’ when I was first coming into this.
I love you. I love you. Your love is expanding me and I am grateful. I have never met anyone like you before.
Till next time xo