Blog Post Title One

Sometimes I feel like I’ve spent most of my life half-awake in a dream state, like I haven’t fully opened my eyes yet after a rough night’s sleep. Like I’m knuckling the sticky sleep from my eyes and squinting in the mirror only to catch, for just a fleeting moment, the stark truth of my reality… bed head, pillow marks and all.

Clarity is tough to come by. I feel like I’ve living under this delusion that I’m supposed to do something or be a certain way because I’m good at it and it’s easy.

Being a content strategist has never felt right. I’ve been cramming my foot in a shoe that doesn’t fit.

My life journey seems about searching for authenticity, chipping away the paint and old wallpaper to find my truth.

For me, finding my sense of self is intrinsically linked to my immediate surroundings. I’ve always felt that if I could manipulate my living space to match my “ideal” then I would finally feel at peace, or at least achieve some feeling of settledness.

Maybe it’s motherhood, or moving away from NYC and the constant stimulation and outside influence, or that I’ve been in therapy now for almost 3 years, or maybe it was the pandemic… but I feel like I’ve never seen things more clearly.

Most of my friends who have been following along on my wild and at times disjointed journey will remember all the times I’ve dabbled in interiors, or how often I’ve posted about my home and how important it is to me.

Or perhaps you’re someone who is following along or has purchased from Spur Home, my vintage & curated home decor shop.