I'm trying to write a column and I find myself in tears. I fear that everything she exemplified - restraint, duty, grace, reticence, persistence - are disappearing from the world.

facts

me putting my coffee in my stanley mug with the sole purpose of keep it hot but then scalding my throat everytime i drink it

good morning twitter, i’m in a tweeting mood today.

i have these moments where i have a lot to say on socials. and then 99% of the time i like to say nothing. it does not work well for me as an artist ☠️

there is a constant struggle of trying to connect with my audience without sounding like i’m trying too hard. like, i’d rather just live my life and not try??? idk if this makes sense lol. i aim for authenticity in everything and so anything less is immediately fake (for me).

i’ve learned over time to just lean into the tension. show up when i want, not when i feel pressured to. it’s not been the best for me, professionally. but mentally, it’s a game-changer.

i miss the days where there was some mystery, you know? when we didn’t need to know everything about our favorite artist. when we waited for the album to drop, not sprinkled singles. the artist was protected more.

but social media has drastically changed things for us. so i get why artists do it. i’m not judging bc they’ve gotta make their living. it’s just waaay harder than i realized. there’s a choice: step up and fall behind. which one am i gonna be ok with in the end? *shrugs*

anyway, ima just go back to sipping my scalding hot coffee in my corner. thanks for listening to my musings today. i do love that socials can help us feel connected. hopefully, you can resonate with some of what i said. maybe i’ll start a blog soon, who knows 👀🤍

being fully seen and fully known in love is rare. if you’ve experienced that, hold onto it 🤍

this is powerful

sharing your own music with someone, no matter how close the relationship, will always be one of the most vulnerable experiences imo.

🫠

I want to be as fearless as these people who get out of the driver’s seat - at the red light - to rearrange their dry-cleaned clothes, redecorate the back seat, and grab a Diet Coke out of the trunk before we the people pass out waiting on the light.

one of the best scenes of all time

i can’t get myself to make a threads account I FEEL LIKE IM CHEATING ON TWITTER.

ok i did it i’m on threads. sigh