So I started a blog…

I know what you’re thinking — “does the world really need another person with a blog?”
And honestly… no. Probably not.

But here we are anyway.

This isn’t going to be one of those overly curated, pastel productivity diaries where I tell you how to optimise your morning routine. I have no morning routine. I wake up when my cat decides it’s time to emotionally manipulate me into breakfast.

This Journal exists for a different reason, to be a bit of a thought dump.

Somewhere to throw ideas, half-formed theories, and the kind of 3 a.m. takes that would make Twitter (I still refuse to call it X) unbearable if I actually posted them there.

What to expect:

✦ Thoughts about creativity, storytelling, and why people do weird things.

✦ Occasional life tangents that start as jokes and end in mild existentialism.

✦ Maybe something useful, maybe not. I’ll find out when you do.

Basically: it’s where I put all the stuff that doesn’t fit anywhere else.

No grand plan. No content strategy. Just ideas, feelings, and maybe a few rants dressed up as essays.

If that sounds like your kind of thinmg, stick around.

If not, that’s okay too, there are plenty of productivity blogs that’ll tell you to drink lemon water and manifest success.

This one’s for the overthinkers, the creatives, the curious. And my parents.

Welcome to the mess.