Lately, I’ve been playing around with so many ideas—some fun, some frustrating—and honestly, I’ve been feeling a little stuck. But one morning I woke up and thought: Who freaking cares?
The truth is, no one has to listen or look. And weirdly, that’s freeing.
I’ve struggled most of my life with the feeling that I don’t have the right to take up space. That I need permission. That what I make only matters if people are watching, liking, following. It’s a mindset baked deep into our culture, and it’s toxic.
So I’m reminding myself—again—that I have value, even if the metrics say otherwise.
And that this can just be for fun.
I’ve been so inspired by two artists here—Isabella and Sunday—who are just out there playing. Exploring, sharing, and discovering beautiful, unexpected things. Like a risograph printing shop they stumbled upon and posted about and riding on a big giant swan in Fukuoka. That kind of energy is contagious.
And sure, maybe this whole project will disappear into the void.
Maybe no one will ever see it.
But you know what? That doesn’t make it meaningless.
It feels indulgent to spend this much time on something that may go nowhere. But I’m learning to fight that feeling. To keep going.
When I’m home, I throw myself into work. Like, really work. I’m Gen X—we were raised without boundaries, without balance, and with a deeply ingrained hustle. But I’m tired of that.
So I’m going to keep making these little posts. Even if they get no likes.
Even if they make me cringe a little.
Even if no one sees.
Because I see.
And that’s enough—for now.