Last Updated On May 12, 2019

 

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease. -Twenty One Pilots

 

 

I saved my monies and made one hundred books. Even though that sounds like a lot of books, like I could dive into them and swim around Scrooge McDuck style, it turns out that they can all fit tidily into one small heavy box. Which is kind of a relief actually. I’m just going to trust that there are one hundred people out there that might like to read it. I think its fun to read and has nice pictures to look at and its a satisfying handful of reading material- a perfect square. So I like it and maybe you will too.

No congratulations is needed. Its just another thing I like to do, like hosting open mic or writing on my website or reading to children. I didn’t get published. I mean, not by someone else. I’m pretty sure some people are assuming that I have, which is flattering on some level so I’ve been hesitant to disabuse them. But the truth is- I wasn’t chosen.

I chose myself.

I read stories and cleaned toilets until I could pay to print one hundred little book ambassadors to deliver my work into the world. I feel like their birth story is rooted so beautifully- in the life and passing of my best friend, in my physicality and stamina, in my shadow occupations, in real local investment, in partnership with my family, in appreciation of my bounty…This isn’t amazon material, this isn’t for mass consumption, this isn’t an investment for some else to “pass” on. These books are my heart, my limitations, my voice, my decisions, my mistakes, my gifts. I may not have chosen the smart way or the recommended way or the traditional way to publish- but its MY way.

I’m not interested in selling or convincing or shopping around. I’m not interested in climbing the ladder or becoming one of the cool kids. I’m just interested in
expression
and
connection.
That is all.

Is this a career path for writing? Probably not. But it is a path for personal sovereignty, choiceful legacy building, and the fullest range of authentic creative expression. And well, that is quite enough for me. And on this Mother’s Day I wish the following for all MY children, all THE children, and the child inside all of us:

CHOOSE YOURSELVES.

Never rely on anyone or anything to grant you what is already your birthright.
Don’t wait.
Don’t settle.
Don’t ask for permission.
No external source can deem you “real”, it cannot appreciate who you are, who you were, or who you will be. You are the arbiter of your own realness.

Love. Embrace. Tend to your own light. You have everything you need.
You are chosen.

 

Last Updated On May 12, 2019

 

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease. -Twenty One Pilots

 

I saved my monies and made one hundred books. Even though that sounds like a lot of books, like I could dive into them and swim around Scrooge McDuck style, it turns out that they can all fit tidily into one small heavy box. Which is kind of a relief actually. I’m just going to trust that there are one hundred people out there that might like to read it. I think its fun to read and has nice pictures to look at and its a satisfying handful of reading material- a perfect square. So I like it and maybe you will too.

No congratulations is needed. Its just another thing I like to do, like hosting open mic or writing on my website or reading to children. I didn’t get published. I mean, not by someone else. I’m pretty sure some people are assuming that I have, which is flattering on some level so I’ve been hesitant to disabuse them. But the truth is- I wasn’t chosen.

I chose myself.

I read stories and cleaned toilets until I could pay to print one hundred little book ambassadors to deliver my work into the world. I feel like their birth story is rooted so beautifully- in the life and passing of my best friend, in my physicality and stamina, in my shadow occupations, in real local investment, in partnership with my family, in appreciation of my bounty…This isn’t amazon material, this isn’t for mass consumption, this isn’t an investment for some else to “pass” on. These books are my heart, my limitations, my voice, my decisions, my mistakes, my gifts. I may not have chosen the smart way or the recommended way or the traditional way to publish- but its MY way.

I’m not interested in selling or convincing or shopping around. I’m not interested in climbing the ladder or becoming one of the cool kids. I’m just interested in
expression
and
connection.
That is all.

Is this a career path for writing? Probably not. But it is a path for personal sovereignty, choiceful legacy building, and the fullest range of authentic creative expression. And well, that is quite enough for me. And on this Mother’s Day I wish the following for all MY children, all THE children, and the child inside all of us:

CHOOSE YOURSELVES.

Never rely on anyone or anything to grant you what is already your birthright.
Don’t wait.
Don’t settle.
Don’t ask for permission.
No external source can deem you “real”, it cannot appreciate who you are, who you were, or who you will be. You are the arbiter of your own realness.

Love. Embrace. Tend to your own light. You have everything you need.
You are chosen.

Last Updated On May 12, 2019

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease. -Twenty One Pilots

I saved my monies and made one hundred books. Even though that sounds like a lot of books, like I could dive into them and swim around Scrooge McDuck style, it turns out that they can all fit tidily into one small heavy box. Which is kind of a relief actually. I’m just going to trust that there are one hundred people out there that might like to read it. I think its fun to read and has nice pictures to look at and its a satisfying handful of reading material- a perfect square. So I like it and maybe you will too.

No congratulations is needed. Its just another thing I like to do, like hosting open mic or writing on my website or reading to children. I didn’t get published. I mean, not by someone else. I’m pretty sure some people are assuming that I have, which is flattering on some level so I’ve been hesitant to disabuse them. But the truth is- I wasn’t chosen.

I chose myself.

I read stories and cleaned toilets until I could pay to print one hundred little book ambassadors to deliver my work into the world. I feel like their birth story is rooted so beautifully- in the life and passing of my best friend, in my physicality and stamina, in my shadow occupations, in real local investment, in partnership with my family, in appreciation of my bounty…This isn’t amazon material, this isn’t for mass consumption, this isn’t an investment for some else to “pass” on. These books are my heart, my limitations, my voice, my decisions, my mistakes, my gifts. I may not have chosen the smart way or the recommended way or the traditional way to publish- but its MY way.

I’m not interested in selling or convincing or shopping around. I’m not interested in climbing the ladder or becoming one of the cool kids. I’m just interested in
expression
and
connection.
That is all.

Is this a career path for writing? Probably not. But it is a path for personal sovereignty, choiceful legacy building, and the fullest range of authentic creative expression. And well, that is quite enough for me. And on this Mother’s Day I wish the following for all MY children, all THE children, and the child inside all of us:

CHOOSE YOURSELVES.

Never rely on anyone or anything to grant you what is already your birthright.
Don’t wait.
Don’t settle.
Don’t ask for permission.
No external source can deem you “real”, it cannot appreciate who you are, who you were, or who you will be. You are the arbiter of your own realness.

Love. Embrace. Tend to your own light. You have everything you need.
You are chosen.