I grew up in motion.
I moved a lot. I didn’t get to keep many belongings. I said goodbye to friends as quickly as I made them. Homes, people, rules, schools, always just months away from another refresh. I learned early that nothing about life was fixed or guaranteed.
That kind of childhood could have made me cling to stability. For whatever reason, it never did. What it gave me instead was a deep sense of possibility, a feeling that things could always shift for the better. That belief has followed me ever since.
As an adult, that early dance with change turned into a life filled with a kaleidoscope of shifts, both chosen and unchosen. Different cities. Different careers. Different identities. Entire chapters that closed suddenly after a moment of clarity. I have reinvented myself more than once, sometimes deliberately and sometimes because that is what life demanded. And I have never been afraid of that. In my world, change has always felt like movement, not something to brace against.
At some point, it became clear that change wasn’t just a pattern in my life. It was something I genuinely loved.
Change stopped feeling like something that happened around me and started feeling like a creative force in my life. Something generous. Something that kept opening doors I never would have found by sticking to a plan. It became a source of energy, excitement, and gratitude. Not because it was always easy, but because it kept my life moving in an always-better-feeling direction.
The most spectacular moments of my life have never been the ones where everything was carefully mapped out. They were the moments when I was fully present for whatever I was moving through, paying attention, and open to possibility. When something was clearly coming to a close, or something new felt worth exploring, I gave myself permission to respond instead of resist.
Following that instinct has taken me in directions I never could have planned. Across countries. Into new routines. Into creative pursuits I once believed were not for me. Into a life that feels abundant, spacious, and deeply my own.
That is how this blog came to be.
Subject to Change brings together reflections, ideas, and stories of change in all its forms.
The ones chosen and the ones given. Life-altering and supremely unimportant. The shitty ones and the marvelous ones. Changing opinions. Changing tastes. Changing perspectives. Changing routines. Moments of what the actual fuck. Moments of clarity. Everything in between.
Some posts will be light. Some will be reflective. Some will probably already be outdated shortly after I hit publish. That’s part of the deal.
If you’re in the middle of a change, standing on the edge of one, or still catching your breath from the last, you’re in good company here. My hope is simple. That even one sentence might land that offers you a sense of good company, inspiration, validation, or comfort. Or at the very least, a good read.
Let’s see what happens next.
Everything here is subject to change.