okay: shalom. yes, like the hebrew word. no, i’m not jewish.
hi! i’m shalom, and i’m mostly a mess. my hair doesn’t look like this anymore, and it makes me sad. in any case, i am the person on this side of the internet, and it’s really nice of you to read this. some stats:
- in articles, i write that i’m “in my early twenties” but it freaks me out so much
- big on crying, big on loving
- human embodiment of “someone new”
- so many goals, so many ideas, so much anxiety
okayshalom.com was born after i was tired of being so many things in so many places on the internet. also, near every sentence of my internal monologue begins, “okay, shalom”. so here we are. together.
what you’ve fallen into is my little corner on the internet. i’ve been here since I was 14, so i’m sorry if you read my oldest posts. i use this space to discuss and to create, and to hear what other people are thinking. i write what’s in my head, from travel and fashion to big ol’ mental ilness, music recommendations, and political ideologies. i’m anxious about time passing and try to do too much. you’ll come to know this.
i love people, thinking, musicals, crushing the patriarchy, travel,sunflowers, iced coffee, debates, double thick vanilla milkshakes, recovery, feminism, the internet, writing, lower case letters, phone calls, kisses, change, and learning.
my little sister watches a lot of national geographic, and said to me, “baby lions make so many mistakes on their first solo hunt, and the whole time before they’re grown.” in this instance, i’m a baby lion. welcome to the jungle.
love and light,