Sewing My Broken Heart

Sewing started out as something simple I enjoyed, but over time it became the place where my mind finally slows down. It’s where the noise, the pressure, the overthinking all get quiet for a moment. I began to notice that every seam is a moment where I find myself again. People see clothes, but I see healing. I see a space where my hands stay busy so my heart can rest. Sewing is how I recenter and work through the things I don’t always say out loud. It’s more than a creative outlet. It’s how I take care of my mind. I hope everyone can find something like this too; an activity that becomes a form of therapy, a place where your mind can finally breathe.

Love

When love

is unfiltered

it is truly the most beautiful thing

Some say

love a lot

but not too much

because too much of something

is never good

but love is not greedy

love does not own

love is not lust

love is not control

love is a connection

between hearts

that listen

that see

that validates

so love a lot

because love is best

when in abundance

It's All Good

I know a place


where everyone is nice


and everything feels fine.


The place,


it's in my head,


in yours.


We all imagine it


and wake up to our daydreams,


that life isn't that nice,


and not everything is fine.


But the sun feels just as warm,


the moon is always beautiful,


the trees continue to grow tall,


the music continues to play,


and we remind ourselves once again


it's all good.

Empathy

Is it chaos?

Or is it just life?

Is it only happening to me?

Or is it a part of everyone else's?

I know

We are all fighting

for that feeling

for that longing

for that desire to be rid of it

And we try 

and try

One day at a time

I know

We are in this together

Connected through the air

and the sky

and the stars

and the moon

I am thinking of you

I hope you think of me too

Freeze

If I can freeze time 

it would be those moments 

when you smiled so innocently 

and laughed uncontrollably 

I love you 

I love us

Love

In moments of chaos

recenter your mind 

and focus on love 

Love yourself 

Love your morning 

Love your cup of tea 

Love the song you're listening to 

Love that chat you had the other day 

Something is always worth loving 

and the chaos becomes less loud

Fash-ong

"Oh, I'm not into fashion"

I often find fashion being so often written off as 'shallow'. For some, fashion is too focused on appearances, too concerned with the surface. But if that’s the standard for critique, shouldn’t we question nearly all forms of art? Architecture is celebrated for its grandeur. Film is admired for its visual storytelling. Both are deeply tied to aesthetics and excess, yet they’re rarely dismissed as frivolous.

I believe, the difference often comes down to gender. Fashion has long been coded as feminine, and with that comes a long history of being undervalued, and therefore is perceived as less serious, less intellectual, less valid. Meanwhile, more “masculine” arts like architecture or industrial design are granted legitimacy and seriousness, even when they actually also revolve around spectacle, style, and surface.

But fashion, too, is art, when meaning is put into it. Like any creative medium, it has the power to tell stories, challenge norms, and express something deeper than just 'looking good.' A garment can carry history, politics, resistance, joy. It can be deeply personal or widely symbolic.

To reduce fashion to vanity is to overlook the intent, the craft, and the cultural dialogue happening through clothing every day. Yes, it exists on the surface, but its meaning goes far beneath. Fashion deserves to be seen for what it truly is: a powerful, expressive art form that reflects who we are and how we move through the world, through our bodies and what we choose to layer them with. It’s not just about what we wear. It is about what we say when we wear it. And that’s what makes it powerful.

Inward & Forward

Dear world,

Don’t we often find ourselves searching for happiness? We travel far, dig deep, and seek out external sources to provide it. But I’ve come to understand that we cannot truly find happiness within ourselves, if and only if, we measure it against the past. True happiness is found when we look inward, and forward.

So often, we strive to make our parents proud, to protect the legacy of our family name. And in doing so, our happiness becomes tied to approval. But approval is a distorted reality, a false promise. We will never feel like we are enough if we constantly chase validation. I now fully understand that to be truly happy, we must live for the little child inside us. Make that child proud. And live for your own children, in the hope that through everything you do, you inspire them, that you create a path of growth, and leave behind a world that is beautiful and worth inheriting.

Our purpose isn’t to honor the past with applause, but to craft a future worthy of our children’s pride.

So instead of seeking approval, seek to make an impact, big or small. On that journey, I promise you, happiness will find you.

Bling

With everything that had happened 

the dark clouds 

the heavy shoulders 

the cold presence 

the absent compassion 

the sinister lines 

the quiet dismissals 

the still faces 

My heart expanded 

with forgiveness 

and a path to move forward 

to accept what is 

to carry on with what has been 

to put away the what ifs

and focus on what's next 

I want to walk on a sunny day 

feeling light 

despite all of it 

because all of it 

has made me 

a diamond.

Good Luck!

I love my daughter's insane sense of humor. 

We went to an amusement park and were so excited to get on a particular rollercoaster. We queued up, and when it was finally our turn, the ride began and ended so quickly that we were like, "That's it!?", because it wasn’t thrilling at all. 

As we got off the ride, she waved at the crowd still waiting in line and shouted, "Good luck for nothing!"