To be perfectly candid with you, I absolutely procrastinated before writing this post.

Last week I made a pretty raw post on here and I think through various posts, here or on Instagram, it’s pretty clear that I’m looking for love and singlehood isn’t exactly my jam. For some reason, there’s some shame and desperation attached to saying you want love.

I’ve thought long and hard about writing this post before because I was worried about how it would come across. The killjoy. The bitter old hag. There she goes again, drowning in self-pity. Eyeroll.

I used to think I know what I wanted to do with my life – my precious, precious life.

A career where I feel challenged in a good way, a marriage, kids, a home.

One thing I’ve learned is that being creative is not necessarily something that happens on its own. I thought painters, sculptures, writers, filmmakers just conjured things out of thin air. Turns out, sure, you can get inspired by watching a film or reading a book but sustaining inspiration and creativity requires practise, intention, and discipline.

One thing I’ve learned is that being creative is not necessarily something that happens on its own. I thought painters, sculptures, writers, filmmakers just conjured things out of thin air. Turns out, sure, you can get inspired by watching a film or reading a book but sustaining inspiration and creativity requires practise, intention, and discipline.

I think the title of the post tells you everything you need to know about this already. After setting so many different goals and trying so many different things, I’ve found everything boils down to these 2 things for me so, let’s just jump right into it!

So, I’ve been bullet journaling loosely since 2018 and properly since 2020. By properly I mean complete with my own spreads, trying out trackers and stuff, and actually doing the index and everything.