This site is not a niche. It’s a whole-ass human.
Welcome to OddinAustin home of radical self-acceptance, existential spirals, inappropriate laughter, soft lighting, and hard truths.
This is where all my pieces finally live in the same place: the mom, the philosopher, the burnout, the overthinker, the comeback, the nervous flirt, the middle-aged soul, the walking contradiction with a WiFi connection.
Expect stories and music about identity, shame, desire, all manner of side hustles, grief, shadow work, parenting, healing, and what it means to live in a world that keeps trying to break us into pieces for harvest.
Sometimes I’m funny. Sometimes I’m too real. Sometimes I write things and then spiral about it for three days because it’s real and I own it and that isn’t always pretty. Maybe, if you’re here, some of it is yours too.
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