At this stage – why not.
When I did some accounting on my creative outlets, there was an amusing theme I couldn’t ignore. The signs were everywhere, really.
At one point, I had my own online clothing brand.
I had started a travel blog.
Another blog on my birth control journey.
Freelance writing jobs on the most random topics.
A kids YouTube channel, with it’s own Instagram page and blog.
A knitting hobby, with plans for a side-hustle that never eventuated.
A poetry instagram account.
Another instagram account to document my very specific phase in life, through reel reposts. Because what better way to show your personality than through a collection of universal experiences?
All amazing art. They all lasted the exact amount of motivation I had towards them.
Some, weeks. Others, months. One even made it to an year.
Yesterday I bought my third journal. One constant that hasn’t needed convincing or dwindled in motivation since I started it an year ago. So you could say I liked writing. Or in the least, talking to myself.
So lately, I’ve been feeling that itch again. To start something new. To pour out this energy that I can feel is building within me.
I can tell you exactly when the series of actions fell into motion.
It was this evening.
Yes, today.
I sat down for dinner with a YouTube video on “creating art with no art background” or something along those lines.
The seed was indeed sown. And not long after, I was reflecting on my passions, my past projects. Finding patterns, pinning red strings from one side of the suspect board to the other.
It turns out I had a lot of ideas, a lot of passions, I loved creating and writing was therapy. And of course, it screamed ADHD.
But why run around it? Why pick one? Let’s embrace it and bring it all into one home.
So here we are. Within the hour, I purchased my first domain and sitting on my bed writing this first post.
I expect this cocoon to hold all of me with as much grace as I hold everything else in my life. With radical acceptance.
The art of poetry, a mundane page of a diary, existentialism, cute cafes, sleep, creative ventures, womanhood – and if I’m lucky, I’ll find my niche tribe along the way.
So it felt only right, to find Hasi in the ADHD.
