Day 28: Bombast
Defined as exaggerated speech with no true meaning.
These drawings are my unfiltered, intuitive responses to language and life.
#doodleaday
Day 27
Three bodies. One line.
Syzygy isn’t just cosmic—it’s personal.
Nostalgia has been running rampant lately. Right now, syzygy looks like laying out all the notes from across my life—assessing the themes, taking the largest inventory yet. It looks like tying a bow around the many childhood versions of me and integrating them into the woman I am now.
What sits in between feels less like my true self and more like an extension of trauma and circumstance. I don’t know her. I don’t recognize her. But she matters to the story.
I’ll include her eventually—just not while I’m sewing the quilt built for my becoming. She can watch from the sidelines. She’s earned the rest. She played her role and took her L’s.
A job well done.
🌀 #doodleaday
GM 🌞
Around this time last year, we decided to pull out the rollerblades. One lap in, the skates said “absolutely not” — I ended up walking the whole way, holding onto the railing like it was a lifeline.
We got Ethiopian food instead. All was well.
Moral of the story: don’t attempt archive activities in your late 30s without testing the equipment first. 😂
Day 26: Synthesis
Today’s doodle is about weaving it all together — the weird gifts, the sharp turns, the visions I can’t explain.
Integration isn’t just healing. It’s design. This piece is a signal— a map of the many versions of me becoming one.
Enjoy this chaotic clarity. ☁️🖤 #doodleaday
GM 🌞
Have a confession? Well you’re in luck. 🍀
Imagine— I used to get this service for free in catholic school by the head priest who was a human in question himself. I guess we were both judging each other, weren’t we? 😆
GM 🌞
One time, I bounced around in an inflatable boob house at the Museum of Sex — part of Bompas & Parr’s Funland exhibit.
If you’ve ever wondered why boobs show up in my art… it’s because I consider them the Pillows of Life. 😌
Wishing you a day full of soft landings and puffy blessings. ☁️💫
PS— buy this post because the ticker is BOOB 💥
Day 25
Decrement – a reduction or gradual decrease.
Lately, I’ve been in my decrement era — pulling my energy back from everything that doesn’t expand me.
Fewer tabs open. Fewer explanations. Fewer emotional leaks.
My peace is the profit now.
It’s not about doing less for the sake of less.
It’s about being honest about where my time, resources, and attention actually generate return — in creativity, in alignment, in joy.
Every subtraction is making space for something honest to take root.
#doodleaday
GN 🌙
Day 24: Clandestine
A word for what’s kept secret—often because it feels unauthorized or unsafe.
I meant to post this yesterday, but tech issues got in the way.
It actually feels fitting—because this piece is about what we delay saying.
What we tuck away. What we call “protecting” when it’s really avoidance.
To whispering things that deserve to be spoken aloud.
To calling it protection when it’s really fear.
The timeline for tiptoeing is closing.
🖤
#doodleaday
GM
I don’t care what the temp says—if it feels like -5, that’s the weather.
The oversized 9 is trying to gaslight me into frostbite. 🙄
Anyway, stay warm out there.
Or cute.
Preferably both.
🌞
Day 23 — Intention
The more I fast, the more I notice it’s not just about intention…
It’s about the quality of direction behind it.
I’ve always meant well.
But meaning well without clarity? That’s how I ended up exhausted. Misaligned. Pouring into things that didn’t pour back.
This version of me is slower. Clearer.
Choosing with more care—and moving when it actually feels honest.
#doodleaday
What’s your ticker?
No, really. What makes you tick?
I’ll go first.
Not a huge fan of the ‘they’re’ ‘their’ ‘there’ roulette game.
There, one grievance aired.
That’s fair.
Day 22: Hedonistic
Yes, I’ve chased pleasure.
I’ve chosen the easier feeling over the deeper one.
But even in avoidance, I was reaching for something real.
Not to escape—but to feel.
That’s not failure. That’s human.
I’ve had hedonistic patterns—but I’ve also had returns.
To self. To alignment. To the quiet truth underneath the craving.
I still believe in joy.
In softness. In beautiful experiences that make this life worth it.
But I’m no longer ruled by impulse.
I’m guided by rhythm now.
And it feels better this way.
#doodleaday
Once upon a time—back when I worked in sports—we had a game just like this. The Knicks blew us out by 50 points… in Brooklyn. 😮💨
I say “us” because I worked for the Nets, but I’ve always been a Knicks fan at heart.
The Nets never really embraced the duality of New York fans—people who grew up loving the Knicks but still showed up for Brooklyn. That tension was always there, but the team didn’t seem to get it.
Anyway, I’m glad I’m not on the clock for them tonight because the day after? Brutal.
Men were calling me just to vent—like I was their therapist instead of their ticket rep. 😂
I could’ve been offended, or blamed it on some ’ism…but laughing felt better then and now.
BTW… are we still saying #knickstape? 🤔
Day 21
We break our own boundaries and call it flexibility. We perform truth and call it alignment. We preach peace but keep feeding chaos.
That’s the trap of the specious self—the version of us that sounds good but doesn’t hold.
This year, I’m choosing the kind of honesty that holds even when no one’s watching.
Because if it isn’t real with me, it can’t be real anywhere else.
#doodleaday
Art on art 😏
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Day 20
Aporia— a moment of inner doubt or uncertainty that opens the door to deeper insight; the pause between what you thought you knew and what’s asking to be discovered.
This is where I live sometimes… in the stretch between beliefs.
Not because I’m confused, but because I’m evolving.
It takes self-trust to let the truth reshape itself—without shame for what came before it.
Curious if anyone else has been feeling this lately as well? 🤔
#doodleaday
