A Work in Progress

If you’re looking for a blog written by someone who’s figured it all out… this isn’t it.

What you’ll find here is something much messier—and maybe more useful: the story of still trying. Of forgetting and remembering. Of fumbling toward something that feels more true than the life we were sold.

There are days we still buy things that don’t help. Days we scroll for comfort and end up feeling worse. Days when the performance of “having it together” tempts us to give up altogether. But we keep going. You keep going. And that matters more than perfection ever could.

Escaping consumerism isn’t a straight line. It’s a spiral. You’ll revisit the same lessons with new eyes. You’ll fall back into old habits and catch yourself faster next time. You’ll wonder if you’re making progress, and then realize—you already are. The awareness alone is change beginning.

We grew up in a world that taught us progress had to be linear and visible to count. But when you’re unwinding a lifetime of marketing messages and measuring your worth in productivity or possessions, change rarely looks clean. It looks like sitting in the discomfort instead of fixing it with a purchase. It looks like asking, “Do I really need this?” and sometimes buying it anyway… and then asking again next time.

It’s not about getting it right every time. It’s about noticing that you want something different. Wanting peace more than applause. Wanting rest more than stuff.

It takes courage to keep showing up when you feel like you should be further along. But this is how freedom grows—quietly, imperfectly, over time.

You don’t have to pretend you’ve got it all figured out to be taken seriously. You don’t have to hide your slips to be trustworthy. In fact, being honest about the mess might be the most generous thing you can do for someone else trying to change, too.