When it comes to money, I know the drill. I have my brother, who shares my reality with me. I have Gerrel, who understands and supports me. I know the paths, the formulas, the strategies I would take. Earning more is within reach. I don’t say that lightly; I know it is a privilege.
But when it comes to creativity, it feels like another world entirely. Money is linear and measurable. Creativity is messy, unpredictable, and sometimes even buried. I know there are still talents, hobbies, and corners of myself that I haven’t revisited or even discovered. That’s what I need right now.
So I’ve been leaning into spaces where creativity lives. Talking to people who create not because they have to, but because they can’t help it. Surrounding myself with that energy, hoping it wakes up something inside me, too.
Lemon Peel is where the little thoughts live. The ones too personal for a full blog, too sharp to keep to myself. Short, raw, and sometimes messy—just like the peel, they add bite to the whole.
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