Thirtysomething

Holy. Crap. They all had tats. On their arms, their legs, their necks, their backs. And they wanted us to come over.

For 5 months Alaric and I worked to build a product based on our mutual love of photography, storytelling and community. Chasing perfection, we’ve been waiting to ship Imagist until the pieces are in place.

There were some things that I wished I had done differently, had pushed for harder or done more forcefully.

There are some days where I’m thinking about the idea so much that I’ve lost sight of the problem. It sucks. Today was one of those days. They don’t tell you how much it sucks sometimes to try and build something - especially when you’re doing it

So my brain flits between points of calm, zones where I tell myself that I'm here, back in San Francisco, and it's all blue skies - now and eventually.

So I left Tumblr around the middle of the year to… travel. This time to figure out what I wanted to do, what I loved to do and what I’d want to learn from life.