Allow yourself to be a beginner.


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My love for art has been present throughout my life, on and off, and in many different forms. Maybe "art" isn't the right word, perhaps it's the act of "creating" that is tied to my soul.

Lately, I've started drawing again. Not for work. Not for Instagram. Just… because I wanted to.

I even tried digital art for the first time. Definitely had no idea what I was doing.

But instead of judging myself for being clumsy with the tools or not having some perfect vision, I actually felt something better: free.

There’s something really beautiful about being a beginner.
About saying, I don’t know exactly how to do this, but showing up anyway. About letting it be messy, fun, strange, yours.

It reminded me that starting something new isn’t just brave—it’s sacred.

No expectations. No ego. Just curiosity and a little leap of faith.

Maybe you’re in that place too.

Trying something new. Letting go of old versions of yourself. Beginning again—with more heart and less armor.

If so, fuck yeah. Embrace it, and be gentle with yourself. And maybe even a little proud.

Because being new at something doesn’t make you foolish—it makes you The Fool.

Weekly Tarot Card.

Barefoot, wide-eyed, standing at the edge of something unknown—the Fool is the first card of the Tarot deck, but also the most infinite. She’s not weighed down by the past. Not stuck in what-if’s. She’s ready to jump in, heart-first.

The Fool trusts the path before she can see it.

She reminds us: you don’t have to be perfect to begin. You just have to be willing.

Willing to try. Willing to play. Willing to see what magic unfolds when you stop waiting for the “right time.”

A Powerful Question.

What if you viewed starting from scratch as a kind of quiet magical power—not a setback? Where can you apply that this week?

See ya next time.

Thanks for being here.

And for showing up when it’s messy, weird, or new. That’s where the magic is.

You're a bad ass and doing great things.

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P.S. Prioritize self-care and doing things that bring you joy.

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