The Persistent Pestle

645 days between these 2 pictures. ✨ 1 divorce, 3 houses, 3ish jobs, 432 poems, 1 burial, and just so many bottles of wine, cups of tea, and years worth of uncried tears finally tipping over

I’m going to be releasing the game plan every day and I’m going to maintain the level of vulnerability that I viciously fought for. ✨

Turns out… passions don’t die. Not really. They evolve. And when I tell you that I’m done pretending that I can do without *all of this* I’m telling you that I have tried. But in all of the learning who I am without *all of this* I’ve realised that strength, in all of its facets and forms, cannot be faked.

I named my business the Persistent Pestle because it was the most honest way to honour the grind. Persistent like I can’t stop. Pestle like the thing that helps break stuff down into a digestible form through pressure and consistency.

I’m still here, despite the odds. And I’m ready to comeback. Hell and high water couldn’t stop me from pouring y’all tea 😘

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