Hi there,
My name is Taylor.
I destroyed myself on purpose to finally build things I love.
I wrote that sentence a month or two ago, when I was so certain that I wanted this newsletter to be about that.
The story has changed.
Hopefully, for good.
If you’re new here, welcome.
I’ve rebuilt, rebranded, and rewritten this newsletter at least a dozen times.
Every time, I found myself in the same place: frustrated, burnt out, shedding tears over investing time into pieces I didn’t like, and losing my desire to write essays and thought pieces on subjects I care about—philosophy, literature, art, psychology, humanity, passion, business, the works.
The goal was never to write an open publication just to get sick of the things I’m passionate about.
So… I’m stripping it all down.
Making this place so simple it’s impossible to misunderstand.
I’m on a journey to create the person I want to be, as a multi-hyphenate writer in her early thirties, with ambitions so all-consuming they only feel accomplished if I do it all at once, instead of in patient, optimal pieces. (Sound familiar?)
I’m never short on projects. I start things out of “can’t miss this burst” adrenaline. Those passions have pulled me into the ventures I care about now:
My debut novel, my narrative design practice for brands, a private room I’m curating for makers and builders who care about beautiful brand language, exploring other avenues of art I love—photography, copywriting, advertising, brand, painting, etc.—and my constantly evolving and reshaping journey as a neurodivergent entrepreneur.
Got a lot of things to say, do, and write about. Trying to push this place into a box while trying to not put it in a box has led to an identity crisis I don’t wish on any fellow generalist writer and entrepreneur.
This went from a publication that ended up becoming something it never should’ve, to where it is now—a raw, open personal column of my life, sharing lessons and learnings from full days, restless nights, and blended weeks.
Each week, when I have something worthy to say—whether that’s one or two days a week, or perhaps more—you’ll get a story in your inbox navigating what’s on my mind, the lessons I’m learning, and anything that I think might help you, and my younger self. (She’s a bit demanding)
After all… the world is my Oyster.
It’s yours, too.
— Taylor
