I’ve come up from the depths of an endless hard drive deep dive. Some gems: 1. unity 2. take your belt with you when you know security is gonna escort you from the building 3. If you’re giving out tattoos at an event, I’m gonna get one. Not even @caseyneistat was surprised. 4. Me and @soundlyawake learning how to say @johaus 5. An era of YouTube from a time before most of you were born 6. Me being a forever nuisance
I’ve come up from the depths of an endless hard drive deep dive. Some gems: 1. unity 2. take your belt with you when you know security is gonna escort you from the building 3. If you’re giving out tattoos at an event, I’m gonna get one. Not even @caseyneistat was surprised. 4. Me and @soundlyawake learning how to say @johaus 5. An era of YouTube from a time before most of you were born 6. Me being a forever nuisance
I’ve come up from the depths of an endless hard drive deep dive. Some gems: 1. unity 2. take your belt with you when you know security is gonna escort you from the building 3. If you’re giving out tattoos at an event, I’m gonna get one. Not even @caseyneistat was surprised. 4. Me and @soundlyawake learning how to say @johaus 5. An era of YouTube from a time before most of you were born 6. Me being a forever nuisance
I’ve come up from the depths of an endless hard drive deep dive. Some gems: 1. unity 2. take your belt with you when you know security is gonna escort you from the building 3. If you’re giving out tattoos at an event, I’m gonna get one. Not even @caseyneistat was surprised. 4. Me and @soundlyawake learning how to say @johaus 5. An era of YouTube from a time before most of you were born 6. Me being a forever nuisance
I’ve come up from the depths of an endless hard drive deep dive. Some gems: 1. unity 2. take your belt with you when you know security is gonna escort you from the building 3. If you’re giving out tattoos at an event, I’m gonna get one. Not even @caseyneistat was surprised. 4. Me and @soundlyawake learning how to say @johaus 5. An era of YouTube from a time before most of you were born 6. Me being a forever nuisance
I’ve come up from the depths of an endless hard drive deep dive. Some gems: 1. unity 2. take your belt with you when you know security is gonna escort you from the building 3. If you’re giving out tattoos at an event, I’m gonna get one. Not even @caseyneistat was surprised. 4. Me and @soundlyawake learning how to say @johaus 5. An era of YouTube from a time before most of you were born 6. Me being a forever nuisance
The @oopsiebagsie shop is OPEN! This summer I learned how to make tote bags and then proceeded to make a bunch of reversible totes with extra, extra, extra long straps. I love a tote but those short straps are uncomfortable for me to put my arms through (and maybe I wanna wear my big bag cross body!). I thought about keeping all of these, but they’re up in the shop now. There’s also a 40% off sale for the rest of the shop. So, if you want to get a unique, handmade oopsiebag (perfect for toiletries, pens, makeup, to hold all of the bits and bobs you need in one place) now would be a good time to swoop. Link the shop is in my stories on the @oopsiebagsie instagram. ☀️ 🏄 👛 🌻
The @oopsiebagsie shop is OPEN! This summer I learned how to make tote bags and then proceeded to make a bunch of reversible totes with extra, extra, extra long straps. I love a tote but those short straps are uncomfortable for me to put my arms through (and maybe I wanna wear my big bag cross body!). I thought about keeping all of these, but they’re up in the shop now. There’s also a 40% off sale for the rest of the shop. So, if you want to get a unique, handmade oopsiebag (perfect for toiletries, pens, makeup, to hold all of the bits and bobs you need in one place) now would be a good time to swoop. Link the shop is in my stories on the @oopsiebagsie instagram. ☀️ 🏄 👛 🌻
The @oopsiebagsie shop is OPEN! This summer I learned how to make tote bags and then proceeded to make a bunch of reversible totes with extra, extra, extra long straps. I love a tote but those short straps are uncomfortable for me to put my arms through (and maybe I wanna wear my big bag cross body!). I thought about keeping all of these, but they’re up in the shop now. There’s also a 40% off sale for the rest of the shop. So, if you want to get a unique, handmade oopsiebag (perfect for toiletries, pens, makeup, to hold all of the bits and bobs you need in one place) now would be a good time to swoop. Link the shop is in my stories on the @oopsiebagsie instagram. ☀️ 🏄 👛 🌻
everything I cooked today. I don’t ever wanna clean another dish.
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song: bad guy album: I. released: 2013/2020 available: streaming/spotify favorite lyric: “Oh, love, this is the part where you go” 16/100
Finding this “songwriting” folder from almost 15 years ago had me in a full breakdown last night. I remember being 19, never having written any kind of music and buying a guitar. I would constantly be listening to music and praying that one day I could write a song, too. Three months later I was at a coffee shop open mic playing the first one I’d written. And, then there I am five years later, sitting in my bedroom and recording videos of me playing more songs I was writing (so I wouldn’t forget them). I just remember writing song after song, like a door had been opened and all of these different melodies came pouring out. So many feelings! Anyway, finding this last night had me feeling a mix of things. I feel proud of younger me for jumping entirely in. Sharing those songs took me on so many adventures and opened up entire worlds for me. I feel grief because I do feel like I asked for a gift that I have neglected over the past few years and I haven’t made the space or taken the responsibility for it in the same way younger me did. And, I know somewhere in there I gotta forgive myself for pivoting in the ways I did to stay afloat. Even if it’s not all I’m capable of, I know I was doing the best I could. My friend sent me a really sweet voice note today, telling me that those same songs were really a backdrop for an entire chapter of their life, too. “I’ve grown to the sound of your voice”. Me too.
Finding this “songwriting” folder from almost 15 years ago had me in a full breakdown last night. I remember being 19, never having written any kind of music and buying a guitar. I would constantly be listening to music and praying that one day I could write a song, too. Three months later I was at a coffee shop open mic playing the first one I’d written. And, then there I am five years later, sitting in my bedroom and recording videos of me playing more songs I was writing (so I wouldn’t forget them). I just remember writing song after song, like a door had been opened and all of these different melodies came pouring out. So many feelings! Anyway, finding this last night had me feeling a mix of things. I feel proud of younger me for jumping entirely in. Sharing those songs took me on so many adventures and opened up entire worlds for me. I feel grief because I do feel like I asked for a gift that I have neglected over the past few years and I haven’t made the space or taken the responsibility for it in the same way younger me did. And, I know somewhere in there I gotta forgive myself for pivoting in the ways I did to stay afloat. Even if it’s not all I’m capable of, I know I was doing the best I could. My friend sent me a really sweet voice note today, telling me that those same songs were really a backdrop for an entire chapter of their life, too. “I’ve grown to the sound of your voice”. Me too.
Finding this “songwriting” folder from almost 15 years ago had me in a full breakdown last night. I remember being 19, never having written any kind of music and buying a guitar. I would constantly be listening to music and praying that one day I could write a song, too. Three months later I was at a coffee shop open mic playing the first one I’d written. And, then there I am five years later, sitting in my bedroom and recording videos of me playing more songs I was writing (so I wouldn’t forget them). I just remember writing song after song, like a door had been opened and all of these different melodies came pouring out. So many feelings! Anyway, finding this last night had me feeling a mix of things. I feel proud of younger me for jumping entirely in. Sharing those songs took me on so many adventures and opened up entire worlds for me. I feel grief because I do feel like I asked for a gift that I have neglected over the past few years and I haven’t made the space or taken the responsibility for it in the same way younger me did. And, I know somewhere in there I gotta forgive myself for pivoting in the ways I did to stay afloat. Even if it’s not all I’m capable of, I know I was doing the best I could. My friend sent me a really sweet voice note today, telling me that those same songs were really a backdrop for an entire chapter of their life, too. “I’ve grown to the sound of your voice”. Me too.
Finding this “songwriting” folder from almost 15 years ago had me in a full breakdown last night. I remember being 19, never having written any kind of music and buying a guitar. I would constantly be listening to music and praying that one day I could write a song, too. Three months later I was at a coffee shop open mic playing the first one I’d written. And, then there I am five years later, sitting in my bedroom and recording videos of me playing more songs I was writing (so I wouldn’t forget them). I just remember writing song after song, like a door had been opened and all of these different melodies came pouring out. So many feelings! Anyway, finding this last night had me feeling a mix of things. I feel proud of younger me for jumping entirely in. Sharing those songs took me on so many adventures and opened up entire worlds for me. I feel grief because I do feel like I asked for a gift that I have neglected over the past few years and I haven’t made the space or taken the responsibility for it in the same way younger me did. And, I know somewhere in there I gotta forgive myself for pivoting in the ways I did to stay afloat. Even if it’s not all I’m capable of, I know I was doing the best I could. My friend sent me a really sweet voice note today, telling me that those same songs were really a backdrop for an entire chapter of their life, too. “I’ve grown to the sound of your voice”. Me too.
Finding this “songwriting” folder from almost 15 years ago had me in a full breakdown last night. I remember being 19, never having written any kind of music and buying a guitar. I would constantly be listening to music and praying that one day I could write a song, too. Three months later I was at a coffee shop open mic playing the first one I’d written. And, then there I am five years later, sitting in my bedroom and recording videos of me playing more songs I was writing (so I wouldn’t forget them). I just remember writing song after song, like a door had been opened and all of these different melodies came pouring out. So many feelings! Anyway, finding this last night had me feeling a mix of things. I feel proud of younger me for jumping entirely in. Sharing those songs took me on so many adventures and opened up entire worlds for me. I feel grief because I do feel like I asked for a gift that I have neglected over the past few years and I haven’t made the space or taken the responsibility for it in the same way younger me did. And, I know somewhere in there I gotta forgive myself for pivoting in the ways I did to stay afloat. Even if it’s not all I’m capable of, I know I was doing the best I could. My friend sent me a really sweet voice note today, telling me that those same songs were really a backdrop for an entire chapter of their life, too. “I’ve grown to the sound of your voice”. Me too.
Finding this “songwriting” folder from almost 15 years ago had me in a full breakdown last night. I remember being 19, never having written any kind of music and buying a guitar. I would constantly be listening to music and praying that one day I could write a song, too. Three months later I was at a coffee shop open mic playing the first one I’d written. And, then there I am five years later, sitting in my bedroom and recording videos of me playing more songs I was writing (so I wouldn’t forget them). I just remember writing song after song, like a door had been opened and all of these different melodies came pouring out. So many feelings! Anyway, finding this last night had me feeling a mix of things. I feel proud of younger me for jumping entirely in. Sharing those songs took me on so many adventures and opened up entire worlds for me. I feel grief because I do feel like I asked for a gift that I have neglected over the past few years and I haven’t made the space or taken the responsibility for it in the same way younger me did. And, I know somewhere in there I gotta forgive myself for pivoting in the ways I did to stay afloat. Even if it’s not all I’m capable of, I know I was doing the best I could. My friend sent me a really sweet voice note today, telling me that those same songs were really a backdrop for an entire chapter of their life, too. “I’ve grown to the sound of your voice”. Me too.
So far I’m using my notes app (made a folder and then every day is its own entry). But, I’ve used Day One in the past (@dayoneapp). I might jump to it again. Not free, but really well organized and visually appealing! I’m also thinking about trying Notion soon. It might be fun to build out my own little journaling template, so I’m not just free writing but also compiling and organizing things. Where are you journaling these days? Do you have the same worries about a physical journal (ie, being read, being destroyed)? Do you have different journals for different things? How do you organize and archive all of it? 🤷
new loves @oopsiebagsie
song: tell me album: this year released: 2011 available: streaming/spotify favorite lyric: “I don’t see me without you” 17/100
