Whoa, That Was Fast... And Kinda Deep?

Okay, so it's only been, like, seven hours since my first post this morning, and already my brain is doing that thing where it just goes. I swear, sometimes I feel like my thoughts are just a bunch of tabs open in my head, all screaming for attention. Right now it's 2:12 PM, still sunny in LA (shocker!), and I just finished a really intense design critique. My professor, bless her heart, told me my latest concept was "promising but lacked a clear narrative." Oof.

Initially, I was just annoyed. Like, "narrative"? It's a dress, not a novel! But then, walking back to my apartment, grabbing a quick iced oat milk latte (obvs), her words kinda… stuck. "Lacked a clear narrative." And it wasn't just about the dress anymore. It felt like she was talking about me.

Seriously, since I hit publish on that "Genesis" post this morning, I've been thinking about what I said – about being at a "transformative point," about "documenting it all." And this critique, even though it stung, actually fits right in. It's like, I am promising, I do have potential, but what's my narrative? What's the story I'm telling with my life right now?

It's weird how one little comment can totally shift your perspective. Before, I was just thinking about sharing all the surface-level stuff – the fashion, the dates, the coffee. But maybe this blog isn't just about documenting what happens, but why it feels significant. It’s about figuring out the story I'm living, not just the events.

So yeah, Genesis feels even more right now. It’s not just a beginning of a blog, it’s a beginning of asking bigger questions. Like, what is my narrative? And how do I make it, you know, clear? Deep thoughts for a Friday afternoon, right? But hey, that's Mandy for ya. Off to sketch some more, and maybe try to find my narrative in a pile of fabric swatches. Wish me luck! ✨