One summer afternoon, my entire craft fair melted in a heat wave. Vendors hid in the shade behind their tables and potential customers wandered past. It was my first craft fair, too. And being new meant I was unsure of everything. Would my preparations work out? Were my displays enticing enough? An even scarier question: was my art good enough?

I started a monthly therapeutic art group last year. Establishing groups is kinda what I do by now: I found people who were interested, got a Saturday scheduled, prepped a project, and emailed my people. Did I know what I was doing? Kind of. Ish. Did it matter? No time to worry about that, because the wheels were already turning...

This summer, we scraped together a traveler’s breakfast and left our airbnb to find Kyobo Bookstore, a sprawling underground bookstore in a Seoul subway station...

I am a scattered person, but I bet a trillion dollars you wouldn’t guess by looking at my home. I keep my decor minimal. I donate excess to create a few inches of margin in my cupboards and closets. My organization is meticulous. I have a huge whiteboard in my bedroom with four task lists written on it. Check marks line the sides of each list.

From that very curated description, does it sound like I’ve got it all figured out?