write like nobody's reading

staying obscurely mysterious

i am baffled over a conversation with a human who i haven’t seen in more than a decade, in which their impressions of me was through a conversation with someone else years prior—that’s some chinese whispers type of thing, imo 🤷🏻‍♀️

unbeknownst to some, we go through phases. similar to phases of the moon, we’re constantly changing, evolving into better versions of ourselves, learning and possibly re-learning parts of ourselves that have been unwritten.

in a world where information is transactional, possibly everyone you meet is a tell-tale story of you and your many personas. and maybe, you’ll encounter someone who tells you about something you said or something you did, and you may not have a recollection about it because that story has been told in 80 different versions of the original.

so, i’m going to write. im going to write about everything, because writing feels good, and i think sharing is caring.

also, because i have 10 things i want to accomplish this year. and writing more is one of them.

“dance like nobody’s watching. write like nobody’s reading” - becuz who tf cares that much, let the gossip turn into historical fiction for all i care 😉✨