01/13/2026
incomplete!!! that is the theme of my last year. every load of laundry contains one sock but not the other, every thought i think only half makes it out of my mouth and rarely ever on paper. I have all but given up on writing anything semi-professionally here, my mind is a runaway horse that is ten lengths past the finish line but still galloping, galloping on.
the rational part of me screams, “GO FORTH AND SHARE YOUR WORK” but I seem to be utterly unable to do so. you don’t want to know how long I spent trying to write this. i had the biggest, fullest year of my career in 2025 and i worry that i’m letting my clients down by not sharing more of it. or do they also get it? the ethos was always to storytell for them, not the internet. we are all living these days with such significant love and fear. we were never meant to hold on to so much all at once and we have no choice but to keep on.
i remain hopeful. it is the greatest product of incompletion – what next? something looms or waits gently, all i know is that i could not even begin to dream of it. my biggest failing as a mother is not being able to explain motherhood. like looking up something in a dictionary just to find it is defined by itself, regretfully cannot do it, so sorry to curious minds and my past self. better to photograph it, let the photos speak for a magnitude that words cannot breach. and if you see something in all of this that i do not, that’s okay too. how wonderful it is that we have this ability to encircle one another and see things that a single person by themselves never could.
all that longwindedness to say: what a precious life it has been and continues to be. thanks for sticking around đź’«
