The First Stroke

I’ve always believed that life isn’t just lived—it’s felt, seen, remembered.

In little things.

In morning hugs.

In spilled paint and sleepy smiles.

In quiet thoughts that never made it to conversations.

This space is a canvas.
Not the kind stretched on wood or framed in gold-
but the kind that lives in my heart.

Some days, I’ll write about motherhood-the chaos and calm.

Other days, I’ll share pieces of my creative journey-sketches, ideas, maybe even unfinished ones.

Because not everything has to be polished to be beautiful.

This is me saying hello-

to anyone who’s ever paused in the middle of the day to soak in a moment,

to fellow moms holding it all together (or not),

to creatives who paint their days with meaning,

and to anyone who needs a quiet corner to just… feel.

Here’s to the first stroke of many.

Thanks for being here. 🌿