People keep asking what my “niche” is — like I’m a Pinterest board.
Is it art? Writing? Grief? Healing? Budgeting? Witchy life? Emotional chaos?
Yes. It’s all of that. And sometimes none of that, depending on the day and how many hours of sleep I got.
I don’t create based on what sells. I create based on what won’t leave me alone until I make it. That might be a poem, a journal, a digital sticker, a budgeting tool, or a midnight meltdown in Canva that somehow became a product.
So no, I don’t have a niche.
I have a nervous system, a coffee addiction, and an overwhelming urge to make shit that might help somebody else feel a little less alone.
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