June was not kind to me and that’s ok.
My life has been perfect and beautiful and fulfilling so consistently that I’m trying to remember this is a blip that will never be able to touch what I have built.
I’ve been thinking about outgrowing connections, the new excitement of wanting to get married, what having a child would look like, why I’ve been indulging in smoking and what job I’d pick if I had to quit creating (masseuse? interior designer? personal shopper?).
Being in my 30s feels almighty. I am like a kid and I also have freedom. I can rest without fear and can ride my bike to the lake and jump in whenever I please. Time feels fleeting and I have so much of it left.
Enjoy the ephemeral hedonism.














That "Kiran carrying shit" photo might be one of the most effortlessly cool things I've ever seen.