Personal branding feels like the hardest task when you’re 23 + have no idea where you’ll be in 20 years. You’ve got two things to go on: where you’ve been for the last 23 years + where your heart is pulling you at this moment.
I know myself to be patient. I know myself in the strength of the ocean’s tide, dirty salt water riding across my back, leg muscles aching to stay afloat, stomach grinding against sand and rock trapped between myself + my surfboard, waiting for the wave that will drive me home.
It takes a certain kind of girl to fall in love with the rhythm of the sea while the rest of the lot make eyes at boys engaging in a pick-up volleyball set. To be content in the way the aloneness of it all feels less like a threat and more like a promise. To swallow the sweat + tears of thousands of years of change with one unexpected crest breaking across her back.
For me, the ocean has always been a source of joy. Of strength. Of change and fresh starts.
As I write this, rain strikes the tin roof like spaghetti pots laid on the deck for toddlers to thwack with tiny palms. And I know, sure as I’ve known anything in this life, that my personal brand must begin with the calm power of blues + greens.