i could write about others freely and at length, but when it comes to writing about myself, i flounder like i'm stuck in the middle of the ocean and don't know how to swim.

i could say i work in sales operations in new york city, but that feels too clinical and grossly untrue, inadequate.

i could say i'm a creative who’s nomadized across the city, but that feels too indistinct and unmeaning, vague.

i could say i've spent the past four years studying all things design and business at the new school—at parsons—and was a student of their writing & democracy honors program, but that feels like an oversimplification of a long-winded journey.

i could say i'm an artist, a writer, a dancer, a musician, a designer, an actress, a baker, a dreamer; but that makes me fear i've missed an essential part of who i am in the List™, and makes me fear i'm simultaneously underpromising and overpromising myself to the world.

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i could be simple about it, i suppose. i could say,

who i am is someone keen on creating things that move, on becoming something of matter, and on learning everything i possibly can. 

that could be enough. for now.