Citrus & Clay Moodboard There’s something about this palette that feels like a slow exhale… like sunlight slipping across a studio floor while you’re halfway between “I have no plan” and “wait… I love this.” You’ve got that punchy citrus energy doing a little dance with earthy, grounded clay tones… and then teal just walks in like, “don’t worry, I’ll hold it all together.” It’s bold, but not loud. Playful, but not chaotic. A little wild, a little wise. It feels like: Creating without asking permission Mixing colors you weren’t “supposed” to mix Letting contrast be the magic instead of the mistake Moodboard Monday reminder: Not everything has to match to make sense. Sometimes the magic lives in the unexpected pairings. So tell me… What does this color story whisper to you? 👀

Before the week starts trying to boss you around, let’s flip the script for a minute. No pressure. No perfection. Just a little peek at what’s brewing in your beautifully chaotic brain. ✨ What are you leaning into today? ✨ And what’s one thing you want to bring to life this week? Not what you should do. Not what’s been staring at you from a to-do list giving side-eye. I mean the thing that has a pulse. The idea that keeps tapping you on the shoulder like, “Hey… pick me.” It can be big. It can be tiny. It can be “finally organize my life” or “open that project I ghosted two weeks ago.” We’re not measuring. We’re moving. Drop it like this: Today I’m… This week I want to… And if you see someone in the comments doing something cool? Hype them up. Borrow a spark. Start a ripple. Because around here… we don’t just have ideas we turn them into “look what I did.” 💥

I’m having a real WTF moment realizing it’s Wednesday. Yesterday, we had to make the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye to our beloved horse, Simply. For 9 years, my days were shaped around him… checking on him, caring for him, just being with him. Simply, was literally our way of life. And now… there’s this quiet space where that rhythm used to live. Grief does something strange to time. The world keeps moving as if nothing changed, but for you… everything feels slowed down, like you’re walking through it in a different reality. So today, there is no artwork to share, no, "what's the focus" for the week. Just a question and a poem: How do you grieve? For me… I’ve learned to feel it. All of it. The waves, the heaviness, the moments that catch you off guard. I didn’t always do that. When Eric passed, I tried to be “strong.” I pushed it down, held it together… and it only delayed the healing. It wasn’t until I let myself actually feel the things I didn’t want to feel that something began to shift. Somewhere in that process, I found my way back to creating from passion instead of performance. Writing. Designing. Letting the emotion move through something instead of getting stuck inside me. It became a release. A quiet place to put the pain… and somehow turn it into something meaningful. Today, I want to share something I wrote in honor of our sweet boy… whose name couldn’t have been more fitting: Simply Worth the Wait You carried more than riders, and jumped more than hurdles, You carried our joy & sorrows through life’s tightest circles, a quiet reminder the journey is Simply worth the wait. They spoke in low numbers, said chances were small, But you answered by staying, outlasting it all, a living reminder that faith is Simply worth the wait. Through love and through prayer, through each fragile day, You gave us more time than they said you would stay, a miracle reminder that hope is Simply worth the wait. When Loss tried to find us and pull us apart,

What if the next thing you create… didn’t need to make sense yet? This design makes absolutely no sense. A bird. In pajamas. Some might ask what I've been drinking or smokin. LOL 😂 I was thinking of my grandfather and smirked as I was remembering... 99 years old… putting on his pj’s, coat, and hat… pillow in hand… walking two doors down to his 89-year-old girlfriend’s house… like he was on a secret mission the neighbors weren’t invited to witness. He was a gentleman and wanted to protect her integrity and all. Always back home by 6am like nothing ever happened. (It was the neighbor who told me the story after he passed) Does your creativity work the same way? Not everything needs to make sense. Not everything needs to be liked. Some things just need to be followed. So here’s your question for today: 👉 What are you curious enough to create… even if it makes zero sense?