The Year I Met Myself

In a world where everyone pretends to have their life together on social media, this collection celebrates the art of having absolutely no clue what you're doing. These poems explore the gloriously messy reality of taking time to yourself, whether you're having an existential crisis in the cereal aisle, wondering if that text was flirty or friendly, or googling "how to adult" at 3 AM.
Part therapy session, part wine fueled revelation, part love letter to professional procrastination, these verses capture what it's really like to be figuring it out as you go. Spoiler alert, nobody knows what they're doing, but some people are just better at faking it.
Think of this as your permission slip to embrace the beautiful disaster of self discovery. Because sometimes the most profound wisdom comes from admitting you're just making it up as you go along, and that's perfectly okay.
For anyone who's ever needed permission to be beautifully, authentically lost.