Life is messy. The kind of messy that gets under your nails and into your heart—the kind that makes you wonder if you’re doing it all wrong.
As much as we’d love to glide from one perfectly curated moment to the next—ego intact, hair flawless, and nothing stuck in our teeth—life just doesn’t work that way. The real work happens in the everyday: slogging through the ordinary, the imperfect, and the hard stuff we all wrestle with. And it’s in these moments—big and small—that we realize: this is it. This is what living is. The imperfect, the unfinished, the often untidy parts add up to a life well-lived. A sticky life.
This is where I share the stories, practices, and rhythms that help me navigate life’s complicated mess. I write about the lessons I’m learning, the ideas that keep me up at night, and the ways I find meaning in life’s messy, unglamorous bits. We're all stumbling through together, figuring out how to live well in the messy, raw, and beautifully ordinary.
This space is for anyone who’s tired of trying to curate a perfect life, who wants to show up for the messy, the real, and the raw—and still find joy in cobbling together our own sticky lives.
Welcome to the mess. Love it anyway.
