When circles become full, hospitals become home, and you actually land your dream job at 18 years old.


Graduation day. Sorry for the blur, but check out those curls.

It took me 44 years to finally figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. In high school, everybody else was setting goals and making them happen. Not me. I was just restless. Wrapped up in my music, wrapped up in myself. Continue reading