I did not plan to write any of this. Not here. Not now. And definitely not in this strange little timeline where my life keeps leaning over my shoulder like, “Hey babe, the silence is getting crowded. You gonna do something about that or what?” This is me starting where I am. In the middle…

So apparently I’m starting a public journal. Which is hilarious, because I can barely commit to finishing a cup of coffee before switching personalities for the day. And yet here I am. Willingly inviting strangers into the labyrinth that is my brain. Bold choice. Brave choice. Chaotic choice. Curiously graceful choice. But something in me.…