What’s up, how’s it goin’? *insert shaka here*

I have always found bios to be excruciating. They hold all the weight of a first impression, with none of the feedback in how the first impression actually went. If I tell you I’m a mom, which ultimately is one of the most important and time-consuming things about me, you are going to assume that’s all I am. The title “Mom” will always make you feel something, whether it be a connection, a judgement, or an assumption. But I am one — a mother. I am also a wife, which didn’t hold much weight to me, personally, until I met my husband. Now I think being a wife is kind of cool, and wear the title fondly. Aside from these two things, I am an artist. I was always scared to say that I was an artist (and an author, AHH!), but I am one. I am so much so an artist that I think everything is art — from the clouds to a cup of coffee. Everything from a bug on a leaf to the plant it sits upon. I make things with my hands and I want to feel the magic within them. I feel the art pulsing, breathing new life into the mundane. I seek that. Because I am also that. A seeker. I seek all the beauty within life, and I hold onto it — even when I should, maybe, let go. I have skydived (twice), been on many beautiful adventures, will try any and all foods, and I tolerate anything that tries to live in truth and purity. Overall, I am love. And so are you. Thank you for being here. Maybe we’ll run into each other someday.