I've always felt like a key that doesn't fit any lock. My friends knew exactly who they were. Maya wanted to be a dentist. Leo was born to code. Me? I just tried things, liked them for a minute, then moved on.

I saw a flyer for a Riso printing class and went on a whim. The machine smelled like ink and sounded like it was dying. The teacher handed me a pencil and said, "Draw something. One color. Don't think." I panicked and drew a shaky, ugly circle. When it printed, there were smudges everywhere from my fingers. She looked at it and said, "The mistakes are the good part. That's where you actually showed up." I made fifty copies of that bad circle. Just because.

Right now I feel like. I want to experience something new and great, hopefully this place will be really good to try and explore all kinds of things, if you know what I mean of course, ahah, so make sure to follow and talk, I will be really happy for YOUR help!

My old room has a dusty violin, a half-finished mosaic, and an orange karate belt I never upgraded. I wasn't lazy. I just loved the first try and got bored by the second. I worked at a bookstore, which was perfect. I could pick up any book and pretend to be someone else for twenty minutes. But pretending gets old.

Next I tried sourdough. I named my starter Joni, after Joni Mitchell. For a week, nothing happened. I played her music. I talked to the jar like a weirdo. Then one morning, bubbles. A whole web of them. I baked my first loaf and it was ugly and dense and the crust could break a tooth. But I ate the whole thing. It was mine. I had kept something alive.