I can’t remember the first time I began drawing; only glimpses of memories, visions of me and my drawings, entering art contests in school, my father drawing on walls in my home, and watching my aunt receive love letters from her baby’s father in prison.

I would say, I’ve been unknowingly waiting for this job my whole life.

After being at my first big girl job for 2 years, I decided to start a side hustle, tattooing, in pursuit of independence and self-sufficiency, something I had never done as a single mother.

Eventually, I was successful enough to quit my job and go to a place surrounded by others who also felt fueled by our work, and inspired me to persevere.

This place was independence and it didn’t address any mental and emotional turmoil for me. Isolating away from magic, unknowingly having a mental imbalance in judgment. I wasn’t careful, yet highly discerning.

I took time to reflect and found a clear space for myself in my mind, and everything has changed since then. Now, I’m able to relax in the unknown while still able to harmonize my life.

Today, my world is a result of fighting for what I desire and finding people that support that growth, acting independent of their validation and giving the same love in return.

I enjoy being able to provide a place to rest and breathe for those also finding themselves.

It has been such a beautiful journey getting here. Feeling and knowing anywhere that wherever I am is a safe place for me to breathe, think differently, relax, and ease into the reality of life.

Thank you for taking the time to read to the end.

Peace, la kinny