
Today, I allowed myself to feel proud.
Not the loud kind of pride – not the kind you post with capital letters and confetti emojis.
The quiet kind.
The “I kept going even when no one was watching” kind.
The “I didn’t give up on myself today” kind.
And honestly, that’s enough to celebrate.
When I started this 365-day journey, I didn’t really know what I was getting into.
I had this vague vision:
Create art. Build something. Maybe even sell something.
But I was also full of fear.
Fear of failing. Fear of being too much. Or not enough.
Fear of dreaming too big – and falling flat on my face.
But now, just 9 days in, I already feel something shifting.
I’m still scared, don’t get me wrong.
But I’m also doing it anyway.
Today I made a real decision.
Something that felt like a turning point.
I decided what my first products will be:
Art prints and Postcards
And it felt… right. Grounding.
Like picking a starting point in a world that feels infinite and overwhelming.
I chose prints because I want my work to live in the real world.
Not just on screens. Not just as digital moments that disappear in a scroll.
I want people to be able to hold something in their hands.
To frame it. To put it on a wall and say:
“This speaks to me.”
“This reminds me of something I’ve felt.”
“This is mine now.”
And I chose postcards because they’re intimate.
They’re not loud.
They’re personal.
You can send one. Gift one. Pin it on your fridge. Frame it in a tiny corner of your life.
They don’t take up space – but they leave an impression.
To me, they’re like little emotional messengers.
Tiny pieces of visual truth.
And they feel like the perfect way to begin.
No big product line. No pressure to create a full-blown collection.
Just honest pieces.
From me, to whoever needs them.
Of course, I’m still figuring out all the logistics.
Where to print?
How to ship?
How to price things fairly – for others and for myself?
But weirdly, the uncertainty doesn’t feel paralyzing today.
It feels exciting.
Like I finally have a direction.
A step I can take.
Not in theory. But for real.
And here’s something else I’m proud of:
I’m not waiting anymore.
Not for everything to be perfect.
Not for my Instagram to look cohesive.
Not for some imaginary milestone that tells me I’m allowed to start.
I’m doing it now.
In the middle of the mess.
While I’m still learning and doubting and overthinking.
Because if I wait for clarity to arrive fully formed, I’ll be stuck forever.
So yes – I’m proud today.
Proud that I’m still here.
Proud that I’m trusting my gut.
Proud that I’m turning my art into something I can hold. And share. And maybe even sell.
This might not sound like a big deal to some people.
But for me, it’s huge.
Because I know how easy it would be to walk away.
To say “I’ll figure it out later”
To scroll instead of showing up.
To keep dreaming and never doing.
But today I chose movement.
Today I chose myself.
And that’s a win I’ll take.