This time, I choose

I spent years letting the wind decide.
Letting others write the script.
Calling it survival when it was really surrender.

I’ve photographed beautiful meals I didn’t taste.
Smiled through moments that felt hollow.
Watched my life happen from the outside in.

Then something shifted.

This time, I choose.

I choose to move with intention, not inertia.
To drink good coffee and make better lemonade—not for the luxury, but the clarity.
To let my mornings feel like mornings.
To cook food that heals, not just fills.

I choose strength—
not for show, but to hold the life I’m building.
I want a firm body, an open heart, a mind I call my own.

I’m learning to forgive the girl who disappeared into everyone else’s expectations.
And to love the woman who’s still unfolding.

More than anything, I want the images I make to reflect my life—
not mask it.

This isn’t a performance.
It’s a practice.
A becoming.
A record of choosing differently.

If you’re here, I hope you’re becoming too.