Aghhh where do I start? I began in Winter. I was supposed to take my first breath in Spring. That is the last time I was early for something. I am a notorious victim of being “too late,” but also the whole “better than never” thing is a pleasant promise.

I was born and raised in Greensboro, NC (and by Greensboro, NC, I mean just outside of Greensboro in a small town not quite a city, lots of pretty trees, and lots of life to be lived). In all my smallness, I was quiet, adventurous, curious, insecure, silly, timid, joyful, and always ready to turn a moment into music.

* Fast forward through heartbreak, humor, lessons, gain, loss, a laugh that got much louder *

I attended Appalachian State University in Boone, NC. After changing my major four times and filling out the drop-out forms six times, I graduated with a major in Psychology and a minor in General Business. Now, here I am; over-analyzing the hell out of everything my noggin does, and still thinking capitalism is sinful. I try to choose to reflect with humor instead of regret.

* Fast forward through grief, more humor, unlearning, the emergence of extroversion hey hi hello *

I feel very different than I did as a kid. I guess we all do. In all my evolution, the one thing that has stayed the same about me is my dire need to turn a moment into music, into poetry, into art. Humans are the cutest lil artists and it is an honor to be so ridiculously inspired and to create in this way.

I’d like to thank my father for introducing me to groovy music. Since I could remember, I would sit at his feet while he shredded on the guitar and gave me guidance for how to write a tune. It has been an honor to inherit his hunger for noise.

I’d like to thank my mother for the ways in which she has created, broken, and mended my heart. This world will miss and love her forever and more.

I’d like to thank those who have loved. Those who have hurt. Those who have inspired me. You have all my love and more.