Every time I pushed past what felt safe, I left a piece of my old scared self behind.

I used to hide my art like it was some embarrassing secret, but then I realized my introversion wasn't something to overcome—it was something to own.

Motherhood is this wild mix of pure love and complete overwhelm, and I'm still learning how to hold space for both my art and my baby without feeling like I'm failing at everything.

As an artist, stay-at-home mom, and someone trying to build an art business, I spend most days feeling like I'm pulled in seventeen different directions at once.