SONGWRITING

A few years ago, I finally got tired of waiting. Waiting for the perfect voice, the perfect moment, the perfect collaborator— waiting for permission. So I bought a guitar and started writing songs anyway. I didnt know much (and still only know about five and a half chords), but something cracked open. Writing became this joyful, freeing thing I showed up for, even on the messy days.

Yes, I deal with throat fatigue and technically, I should be in physical therapy, but that hasn’t stopped me from creating. I’m not waiting to be perfect before I make something meaningful. I’m here, doing the work, having fun, and learning as I go.

And honestly? I’m proud of these songs. Proud of the growth. Proud of the bravery. Proud that I didn’t wait.