You know the feeling... a fresh notebook page, a new list in Notion, a perfectly curated Pinterest board of ideas. Pick whichever poison is your favorite. Or, if you're like me, you'll select a potent mix of all of them, straight up and edited to perfection from DAY ONE. It starts out promising. The first post went live, you’ve got a list planned out of what to write about, what photographs to take, and possible captions with accompanying emojis and hashtags. You sit back wit

My last post talked about the broad intricacies of my life—the daily 9-to-5, the side hustles, the accounting work, the livestock... but being able to manage all of those moving parts means I desperately NEED things to ground me. Having ADHD, for me, means Adulting Doesn’t Have Directions (and no, I was not clever enough to come up with that moniker on my own—thank you, Google!). The following "tracks" are my own heavy-metal hallelujahs—the little things I (try to) do every s

Well… here I go again. I want to write. I want to put words out into the digital void... mostly so I don’t feel so alone, but also because I think there’s another girl out there who feels exactly like I do: stuck in a box that doesn’t quite fit. I know, I know—I’ve spent my life feeling like I didn’t fit the mold, which is basically the tagline for every "blogger" or "influencer" to ever hit the internet. But for me, the mold was a survival tactic. After tragedy hit at a youn