SPRING MOOD BOARD
Chilly spring, discovering a new city, starting a new job, making new friends & getting closer to old friends, florals, hope, beginning again, confidence, public transportation, being by the water, early morning yoga, honey in hot tea, reading again, feeling the sunshine, sake, leaning into creation, etc.
Part of my life that I’m focusing on is be intentional about the way that I live. For many years I have been careless about how my life is lived because I believed it would be taken care of for me. It’s a new feeling to have the reins of my life back within my hands.
Realizing that life isn’t led by others but yourself was new information. I had never pushed for anything more because I believed that this is what I get and therefore I must live in it. None of this is to say that I’ve had a hard life - it’s quite the opposite. I have had a passive life.
I feel deeply inspired by the Year of the Horse, childhood curiosity, new beginnings, and acting upon my own femininity.
I have decided to change, and not dramatically. Not all at once, but deliberately. Intentional living, for me, doesn't look like a perfect routine or a curated aesthetic. It looks like waking up and choosing how I move through the day before the day chooses for me. It looks like a morning that belongs to me — slow, sacred, mine — before I give my energy to anything else. It looks like getting dressed not out of habit but out of expression. Asking myself what I want to say today before I say a word. Using clothing and creativity as a language I've always spoken but never let myself speak loudly.
It looks like acting on the things I want to create instead of waiting for the right moment, the right permission, the right version of myself. That version isn't coming. She's already here. I'm just finally listening to her.
It looks like investing in myself — my craft, my vision, my growth — with the same energy I've spent my whole life pouring outward. Treating my own dreams with the seriousness I've always given everyone else's.
What I'm letting go of is harder to name but easier to feel. Because here's what I've realized: I have spent so long living passively, moving through spaces without identifying with them, creating without fully signing my name — and I am tired of it. I don't want to be background anymore. I want to be known. For what I make, for how I see the world, for the way I move through it and create within it.
The Year of the Horse is about momentum. About charging forward with your whole chest. About not waiting to be called on.
I am not waiting anymore.
