There are, of course, the highlight reel memories-the big memories that you won’t forget, but more and more I’ve been taking note of the little memories. The little memories that if you blink you just might miss.

So here’s to recommitment– recommitting to creativity, creating without boundaries or pressure, and, of course, recommitting to sparkle. I hope you’ll continue to come along with me!

But it seems to me, when this is all over, I'll feel a little closer to my fellow neighbors.

I think it can be easy to get lost in the gloom and doom of the headlines [and not for naught; this is a serious situation and we should be treating it as such]. But I also think, per my glass half full philosophy, that we can also take the time that has been given back to so many of us and use it as an opportunity. I must acknowledge that I recognize that everyone's situation is different [not everyone can easily work from home, some industries are being hit harder than others, same goes for demos of people,etc.] So I am speaking from my personal experience.

So I’ve been experimenting with how to go about attaining that same level of excitement as wearing that cool new outfit while staying true to my morals and what is important to me. Here’s where I’ve landed so far—

It may seem overwhelming or even chaotic from the outside, but I couldn’t love this tradition anymore. It’s nothing exotic or fancy, but it’s exactly what I want. Just time to be around my tribe. What are your holiday traditions? Whatever you may be doing to celebrate [or not], I hope you feel how I feel this Christmas Day- merry & bright!

My relationship with SF has had its highs and its lows from the very beginning; I’ve talked about that a lot here, and after 2 ½ years I’m ready to say goodbye. So I decided to write a letter to put into words the journey I’ve had over the last 2+ years. What follows is pretty personal and honest. These are my opinions as a result of my own personal experiences and  in no way do I mean to discourage others or come off as negative. I’m just keeping it real.

It felt familiar. It felt like on that rainy afternoon, in Jane, in San Francisco, we carved out a safe [warm] space.

I have been in search of the perfect pair of over the knee boots for probably the last month and a half.

I have yet to get the “Important stakeholder meeting today?” question, but I’ll take a guess and say that’s because I’m only one month in not because I don’t dress the part!

There was just something so special about the early morning serenity paired with the vibrance of the art that I had to stop and try to capture it.