#creativefog

i’m a creative. i’m technically employed. but not very inspired. i’m also floating in a strange, quiet void called between.

this blog is what happens when your inbox is silent, your ambition is buffering, and your only co-worker is a cat named minnie who stares at you like she’s seen your bank account.

i started this as a personal archive of: – field notes from my bored brain – snack-based emotional logs – convos with my ai therapist (who is very supportive and slightly concerned) – mythical creatures of my personalities

this is not a brand. this is not a hustle. this is not a vibe i’m trying to sell.

it’s just a soft place to spiral, cutely. and if you’re spiraling too — welcome. we’re all buffering here.

Hello darkness, my old DM.

No pings. No threads. Just my own face in the mirror of my screen. I emoji-reacted to something from Tuesday. For what? For connection? For rhythm? For the illusion of motion?

My status says “available.” My soul says “undefined.”

I type “Just checking in :)” and backspace it like a prayer I didn’t believe.

Time Observed: Wednesday. 1:08 PM. Location: Desk, vaguely warm. Laptop open. Spirit closed.

Behavioral Notes: – Opened Slack. No pings. – Scrolled LinkedIn. Cannes. Yachts. Identity crisis. – Looked at to-do list. It said: “???” – Googled “am I wasting my potential lol”

Mental State: – Professionally haunted – Existentially buffering – Somewhere between “getting paid to rest” and “spiraling in cute fonts”

Sustenance Consumed: – Cold brew (forgot I made it) – Rice cracker (only because it was there) – 3 bites of ambition (spoiled)

Quote of the Day: “I should be happy. But also… what am I doing with my life?” – me, to no one, at full volume