The comfort zone had me in a chokehold.

Over the last few months I was all-in on running the first round of Layout Legends, then I was head first into my first move in 6 years, so sometimes when life is a lot everything else just has to take a back seat for a little bit, you know. And this is why I love running my own business, because it means the space can be there when I need it to be.

Today I thought I'd keep it chill with a life update, and some thoughts on moving & making a home, since that's been my focus lately.

I didn’t plan to move. I didn’t feel ready at all, and it was only because my landlords listed my house for sale that I was forced into looking at my options.

But the more I look back on it, the more I can see that I’d probably been done with that space for a long time, I just couldn't see it. It was familiar, and it was easy to stay. And when you’re in the middle of burnout or struggling with your mental health like I have been, even the idea of change feels fucking impossible.

So you tell yourself it’s fine, because the alternative is too hard. You adjust. You shrink. You 'make it work'.

But guess what?? The comfort zone had me in a chokehold, and I didn't even fucking know it.

Turns out, making it work and it actually working aren’t the same thing.

And once I finally got out, after the stress, the packing, the weird emotions of closing a really big chapter, I can feel the difference. My new space is bigger, brighter, and so much more aligned with who I am now, and who I want to be in this next chapter of my life and creativity. Not who I was six years ago.

One thing that’s really stuck with me through this whole move is how sometimes things just land when you’re finally honest about what you want.

There were a bunch of false starts and places I looked at that didn’t feel right. Then one day I drove past this building and had this quiet, solid feeling, like, I want one in there. That floor, facing those mountains.

It wasn’t dramatic. Just very clear. And weirdly (or not) enough, that’s exactly where I ended up, and it checked every other box on my list—the price, the size, all of it. 😍

It’s funny how sometimes you think you need stability to feel better, but sometimes that so-called stability is the very thing keeping you stuck.

I kept telling myself I just needed things to stay the same for a while so I could get back on my feet. But now I can see it clearly, that sameness was what was dragging me down. What I actually needed wasn’t more of the same. I needed more, period. More light. More space for fucking life & creativity. In a new part of town with new energy.

Turns out, “stable” was just stuck with better branding. 😏

You can’t evolve when you’re clinging to something just because it’s familiar. And sometimes the Universe has to slap ya across the face with it until you see it, lol.

Letting go of what wasn’t working anymore is what finally made space for something that actually feels really fucking good, and so much more expansive than I could have ever imagined. 🌀

And even more than just good, it feels right... the kind of right with zero compromise... The kind that makes you wonder why you held on for so fucking long in the first place.

Anyway, that's my life update! I'm stoked to be back at my desk and back in my business + creative zone with a whole new energy to bring to this work.