In September 2018 I opened a crystal shop called Foxx and Luna. That same month I was newly engaged. By October I was married in a yoga studio with all four of my biological brothers in the same room for the first time as adults…

I got a massage today. Not the relaxing kind, apparently. The kind where your body decides to process ten years of stuff you didn't know you were holding, and then your endometriosis flares because your nervous system finally unclenched and everything underneath said hi, remember us? So that was fun.

I didn’t realize how much of my life was built around proving I could do things until I didn’t have to anymore.

Lately I’ve been having conversations about work and identity and what happens when the pressure shifts.

Foxx & Luna existed from 2018 to 2022.

At the time, I didn’t know what I was doing. Not in business, not in retail, not in branding. I was just trying to keep something afloat while everything else felt like it was collapsing.

This year, I’m trying something simpler.

I’m not creating for output.
or relevance.
or to prove anything.

I spent a long time wrapped up in my professional self.

Marketing.
Management.
Strategy.
Being useful. Being sharp. Being needed.

I spent a long time trying to heal myself.

Assuming I was broken.
Treating myself like a patient.
Like something fragile.
Like some kind of burden (until I get “fixed” that is).