This post was initially titled “Don’t forget me.” but I recently re-planted some forget-me-nots from the back yard to the front garden. These little blue flowers have made me smile and they remind me of our garden at our old house even though those flowers I believe, were not forget-me-nots but they they were tiny white flowers that would grow along the brick wall. At least from what I could remember. Apologies to any garden enthusiasts stumbling on this post. This is far from a “how to grow your green thumb” nor is it a “how to not forget”.
Every now and then I get extremely hesitant of calling myself an artist. I remind myself that yes, I did indeed go to school to study fine art but that shouldn’t be what qualifies me to be an artist. Every. single. person. can. be. an. artist. You write? You sketch? You paint? You film? You’re an artist. You don’t need to go to fancy schmancy art school.
Rambling about my birthday in my true virgo infj fashion
If you uttered the word birthday to me this past month, I would tense up. I was angry thinking about my birthday. I thought of it as: “Oh no I’m […]
My love-hate relationship with my guilty pleasure.
What I learned travelling with my parents to Viet Nam and sharing a room and a bed with my mom for a month.