Day one: 100 days

Jul 31, 2025

Full Circle, Again

Lately I’ve felt like I’ve been living in parentheses - a soft pause between what was and what’s next. Just… suspended.

The kind of transition that feels like you're still learning how to breathe differently after changing altitude.

When the world tilts like this, when the compass spins with no clear North, I go back to what steadied me once before.

In 2016, I did a project that changed me. 100 days of making something - every single day- on an island so small you could walk it end to end in 10-15 minutes.

Where every week repeated like a looped song, the only radio station we could get with contemporary songs on played around 20 tunes - on rotation. we worked 6 days a week & 12 hr days.

But it was there, in the rules & ritual, where I found depth in the repetition. Magic in the mundane. my set rules was : only! One photo a day. One reflection. That’s it.

But here’s the thing: when your canvas is that small, you learn how to paint with purpose. The act of choosing that one image became a ritual of editing and choice. Of saying: this is what today meant. This is where it glowed.

And some days, it didn’t glow. Some days I had to really dig for it. Some days I was so tired or or hurting that the only beauty I could find was the fact that I made it through the day with a picture & a thought. But that’s what makes the practice holy.

Because creating is not just a celebration of joy. It’s a holding space for ache. It’s a way of saying: I didn’t vanish. I stayed. And some days, that’s enough to build a whole universe on.

Since May, I’ve been meaning to return to this. But something always held me back. A feeling like I wasn’t quite ready.

Like my hands hadn’t yet learned how to hold what this new life was asking of me.

And then, like the best poems do, the right people arrived at the right moment. My camp besties. The ones I first wrote my 100+ days of gratitude with, 9 whole years ago, when we were all half-lost and wide-eyed and burning with possibility.

We’ve crossed continents together. Been at the literally other end of the world together (Australia!). Through friendsgivings, birthdays, weddings & funerals together.

Weve cried on ballfields and kitchens. We laughed until the moon begged us to stop. They are the kind of people who don’t just remember you, they remake you. Every year - except the Covid ones - we’ve found our way back to each other. No matter what changed, they stayed. Like punctuation in a long sentence of becoming.

So this beginning feels like a circle closing, or maybe just folding into itself to make a spiral— forward, yes, but with roots. It feels like the universe whispering, "Look, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be."

We’ve made it back together when one of us needed the love & support. That is everything.

This isn’t just about writing & taking photos. It’s about coming back to presence. About building a rhythm that makes time stretch and swell. Because time moves slow when we notice. And that’s the whole point.

I hope you’ll follow along, or join in yourself! Do your own 100 days - because you won’t regret it!

My rules: 1 photo, 1 piece of writing. 100 days

Here’s to day one!

To starting again, but not alone.

Starting with the ones who were there when it all began. The ones who shaped the first 100 days with laughter, with care, with the kind of friendship that doesn’t fade.

To choosing presence over perfection. To finding beauty in what’s right here under our noses all along.

To circling back, and realising it was always about this.