A Beginning

I’ve been thinking about starting this blog for a while, quietly, in the background of my days. It’s not because I have something urgent to say or because I know exactly what I want this to be. It’s more of a feeling — a pull toward reflection, toward writing things down.

Writing has always felt like a kind of anchoring. I keep journals — some messy, some half-finished — and I notice that when I stop writing, I start to drift. It’s not just about recording events. It’s about slowing down enough to listen to myself. To untangle the noise. This blog is a continuation of that — but more open, more shared.

I don’t have a clear “theme” for this blog. I’m interested in a lot of things: how the brain works, why creativity feels so fragile and mysterious, what grief does to us, and how journaling can hold both the big and small moments. I might write about books I love, my thoughts on learning and curiosity, or the cats I’ve loved and lost.

This won’t be polished or perfect. I’m not aiming to teach or impress. I just want to make a space where it’s okay to wonder out loud, to pause and pay attention.

So this is a beginning. A small one. But that feels right to me.

Thanks for being here.