Homey
I used to be a woman on the verge of chilling out. I really was. But I live in Los Angeles and get me behind the wheel of a car and well, I can be an ass. It’s easy enough to listen to Deepak and take a yoga class, but really, this year turned me into a hermit poet monger and slow lifer for real.
Yes, I named my blog after my calmer aspirations. I am now a kitchen ritual fanatic and sit my ass down here and ponder the good before scrolling for the bad. We’ve been through a weird year. Some lucky enough to pair up with their families or partners and hit the road. I am a solo artist at the moment and prefer the comforts of home, my dog, my journals and all of the nice people and neighbors, friends and cohorts that keep my engine of ingenuity moving.
Cheers
