Rebirth

“The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.” — Friedrich Nietzsche

The Year of the Horse is upon us.

Well, almost. Officially, it doesn’t begin until February. February 17th, to be exact.

I can’t help but reflect upon the year that has just passed.

2025 was one of the most insane years of my life. Spoiler alert: it’s up there with 2024. I don’t want to say, “one of the worst years of my life”, though, because I’m not sure that that’s even true. I loved and I lost. I lost a LOT.

So, what am I going to write about here, you ask?

The short answer is: I don’t know. Is it a Tell All? A Cultural Commentary? An extension of my instagram, which is mostly outfit photos, curated for the vibes… Dare I share my true feelings here? On politics, religion, marriage and more?

It depends.

Either you’re here because we’re mutuals (hi!), or you’re a curious soul (me too…). Whoever you are, hello. Please tell me what you’d like to read about. Stories? Real life or Fantasy? I can do both. Travel tips? Food and beverage recs? Film and cocktail pairings? Does this seem like too many options? I get it…

Being the kind of creative that is not entrepreneurial, is a special kind of hell.

You’re told to focus on one thing. “Be specific!” “Find your niche.” “Have you tried…?” Somebody I thought knew me well once advised (nay, urged) me to create an online workout video platform. Me. Yes, I can practically see you all snorting into your coffee as you read this. The reason? A mutual friend of ours did it, and she was making money. Never mind that I couldn’t even perform a full squat (still can’t, and I can’t dive either, but that’s a conversation for another time). Never mind that I hated activewear. Never mind that I was, and still am, a raging introvert.

I digress.

Maybe you relate. Maybe you don’t. Perhaps you’re here for the reviews and cocktails, and are feeling a little confused. Or maybe, you want me to spill all the tea. Well, you’ll have to be patient…

Think of this Substack (for now) as a sort of Choose Your Own Adventure.

You tell me what you want me to speak on, and I’ll do it. And if you don’t, fine. I’m sure I’ll think of something… Because last year, I shed my skin. And 2026 is going to be all about rebirth. I hope you’ll join me…

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