Lessons Learned

I’ve reached my thirties.

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I’ve reached my thirties, and I’m not looking back. Already, in these first years, I’m learning that some things, I just don’t care about anymore… and other things matter to me far, far more than I ever believed they would. Every single day is a day of learning, problem-solving, and evolution — no matter whether it’s personal or generational. Every single day is a puzzle.

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And, I love puzzles.

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The cycle of life comes with death, but it’s the idea that it’s possible that we can all come back in a next life that makes these daily puzzles worth living. I love the idea of evolution, and, as an artist, it’s important that whatever I do continues to grow, change, and turn into the new as well as respecting what was already done before.

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My thirties have been filled with strife, but have also been filled with hope, strength, and the adventure of finding myself. Back in high school, I knew who I was. In college, I lost it, and then for many, many years I kept losing myself more and more.

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It was in 2018 when I began my journey of finding myself again. 

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Surprise, surprise. 

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I’m still the same person, just older and with more battle scars. I’m still that punk chick who listens to the same kind of music at the same times during difficult days. 

Rock is for hope. Pop is for happiness.

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Music carries me, as do all of the arts. I’m still the same person, just older… and much, much better at the arts I claim to have saved my life.

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Through every single battle scar earned, I’ve learned at least one lesson with them. This segment is going to be filled with essays and articles about life, my life, and what I’ve learned from each slash to my spine. 

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If you’re interested in what I’ve learned, I hope you come back as articles and personal essays are released.