Will another new planner band-aid my stress? Probably not, but it’s helping me whip stitch my life together. Slowly, I fill my empty notebooks with daily morning pages and lists of gratitude and goals. Working to close the gap between who I think I am and who I want to be. Practicing and honing and carving out the time to do the work. I acquired a new studio space in lieu of going to graduate school, and this unique claim was easily forgotten in the shuffle of life. I remember the insane pace of undergrad, and the growing pains that came with it. By contrast, the “school of life” is slow and steady and appears when you squint.

If Beyonce’s college was Destiny’s Child, then why can’t I name my own space as such?