If We Haven’t Met…
I have been wanting a space like this for a while. Not because I have everything figured out. If anything, it is the opposite. I think better when I write. I understand myself more clearly when my thoughts live somewhere outside of my head. And lately, there has been a lot to understand.
If we haven’t met before, I’m Angel and this feels like the right place to think out loud.
This is not a rebrand. It is not a dramatic new chapter. It is just me giving myself permission to begin. To make room for the questions I keep circling back to. Who am I becoming. What do I actually want. What am I holding on to that no longer fits.
I do not feel finished. I do not feel fully formed. Some days I feel steady. Other days I feel like I am rearranging pieces of myself, waiting to see what settles. I wanted somewhere to hold that. Somewhere that does not require performance.
I want this space to feel like a full version of me. Not just the serious parts. Not just the thoughtful parts. I can come off reserved at first. I know that. But I am not only that. I am ambitious and soft. Logical and romantic. Disciplined and on most days, very unserious and funny.
I want to write about the things that sit with me. Love. Money. Work. Wanting more. Learning restraint. Learning when not to.
The happy days. The confusing ones. The ones where I feel steady. The ones where I don’t.
Not everything here will be heavy. Not everything will be light either. It will just be honest.
If you are here, maybe you are in your own in-between too. Maybe you are also learning to start before you feel ready.
Either way, I am glad you are here. I am glad I am here.