a note for you
I’m so glad you’re here.
A lot of what you see in this edit was from an evening in March, when friends old and new showed up to celebrate. Much of that evening was a surprise to me, especially the book — a printed copy of the published stories I wrote.
And much of this edit was inspired by that evening, the cake, and the shift that happened. It’s a privilege to grow old, and even more so with loved ones.
This edit though, is not about me.
It’s a scrapbook of thoughts and hopes and dreams. It’s recorded heartbreak. It’s the becoming of someone.
We’re always becoming someone — question is who.
This edit is about you becoming you. Because in the midst of what happens, we have a say in who we become.
I hope you give yourself space to see it through.
There is a time to rest, a time to work, and a time to work hard. May you go ahead without shame, without guilt, and without fear that you’ve gotten it wrong.
These days everything takes longer. I could say it’s the distraction, the indecision, and people pleasing. But I don’t talk to myself like that anymore.
Note to self
Scribbles from the last few years were etched with anxiety and regret. Lately, I’ve been writing less. So remember now, write about happy things, too.
Those patterns are in the past. This decade is about joy.
SHOP HERE
thank you for a decade
I’ve thought about it more than once, whether Bluish has overstayed its welcome. And I’ve decided that Bluish will stay. Here’s to the years to come.
I say this often, I don’t take your attention lightly. And I still mean it, all the more since day one.
EPILOGUE
Dear motherhood,
You prune and you heal, you’re vast and misunderstood, a metaphor for things unsaid, a blessing that some of us can hold.
A decade later, I know that you are good for my soul.