We don’t always notice how quietly insecurities creep in. A careless remark, a comparison, a joke we didn’t ask for, and suddenly, we carry it as if it’s the truth. For most of my 20s, I lived under those labels, until I finally realized they were never mine to begin with. Stepping into my 30s, I chose to leave them behind...and this post is my love letter to that freedom.

Old Port gave us perfect views and imperfect takes. We filmed again after a surprise set of tire tattoos and left with a better memory than any perfect video.

A yoga session in the park. A photo taken mid-laugh. And a smile that made me pause. This post is a soft reflection on unlearning perfectionism, choosing joy over pressure, and the kind of moments that remind you, you’re growing, even if it’s a little wobbly.