I made this "choice" from a slew of non-options, in honor of myself and in defiance of unfair, unjust practices within academia.

It was a hard, painful decision - because I’ve planned to return to school since I graduated in 2014; but it’s also the decision that feels most in alignment with who I am and what I want now.

I feel grounded in this choice. But also I’m grieving, I’m raging, I’m releasing.

Your creative energy ebbs and flows, right? But it's (likely) not random.

There's a pattern, a rhythm.

And it starts with the body, and her natural creative cycle: menstruation is like WINTER; ovulation is like SUMMER.

Let me start by saying: “Consistent” practice is not the same as DEVOTED practice.

Devoted practice works, I think, because it drops judgement + embraces flow.

Consistent practice fails, because it easily becomes about “checking the box,” like brushing your teeth (v existing in the entirety of experience).