I think 30 is a big age - it's the “This is it!” age. You can still be figuring out your sh*t in your 20s but thirties - pah - you better have it together in your thirties! But the older I get, the more I'm starting to suspect that no one actually has it all together. I think we are all just kind of making it up as we go along.

My parents put me on a matrimony site in June of 2016.

To be perfectly candid with you, I absolutely procrastinated before writing this post.

Last week I made a pretty raw post on here and I think through various posts, here or on Instagram, it’s pretty clear that I’m looking for love and singlehood isn’t exactly my jam. For some reason, there’s some shame and desperation attached to saying you want love.

I’ve thought long and hard about writing this post before because I was worried about how it would come across. The killjoy. The bitter old hag. There she goes again, drowning in self-pity. Eyeroll.

I used to think I know what I wanted to do with my life – my precious, precious life.

A career where I feel challenged in a good way, a marriage, kids, a home.

One thing I’ve learned is that being creative is not necessarily something that happens on its own. I thought painters, sculptures, writers, filmmakers just conjured things out of thin air. Turns out, sure, you can get inspired by watching a film or reading a book but sustaining inspiration and creativity requires practise, intention, and discipline.