Before 30

If I want something to change, I must move it.

This is the idea that I plan to hold on to in my final year of my 20s. I have spent a great deal of my early adulthood in a state of unrest, distress, and anxiety. At some point I found my fear to be the compass I trusted more than that of my intuition. And as it turns out, when you lean too far into your fear, it covers everything in an heavy and difficult to remove film.

At 28 I feel like I have arrived at an impasse. I don't truly know who I am or what I want and the weight of that now follows me as I go through my day to day life.

In my 29th year, my hope is to come home to myself. That means exploring my creativity, finding my style, enjoying my free time, settling in to a career that feels right.

Why This Blog?

This blog is to serve as a record of my attempt at coming home and rediscovering my joy.

A little bit about me

My name is Argina (R-G-Na)

I'm sure I'll have more to say later!