a tribe of one.

It just feels really important to say this:


This is the blog of a tribe of one.*

This is the blog of a woman still learning her way around her world.

This is the blog of a 24-year old who often feels most connected to her 7-year-old self.

This is the blog of a woman who is living in a teeny bedroom off the dining room of her parents’ house.

This is the blog of a woman who is sleeping alone in a twin bed.

This is the blog of a woman who has only just begun the process of living with awareness, only two years ago.

This is the blog of a woman who often feels like her intuition is nonexistent, still growing into existence.

This is the blog of a girl who wears chipped nail polish and can’t figure out an easy morning routine to get to work on time and is still searching for a real hairstyle and has a hard time keeping plants alive.

This is the blog of someone who is still figuring it all out, utterly humanly.



I read so many blogs of women who appear to be in similar life places, yet who are older or married or have children and careers and soulful businesses of their own and as much as I feel a strong connection to these women and love them wholeheartedly, we're just at really, really different places in our lives and it just feels really important to own my truth that

I am not them.

That is not me. I’m 24 and I’m single and I have no children and I do not live in my own home and my name is not available for a custom domain.

I’m figuring this all out my own way. In my tribe of one.



*A beautiful phrase taken from Susannah Conway, in her new book This I Know.