Internet Ink #083125|Thoughts No One Will Read

When the gears turn, they grind.

This is the spark that was emitted just before the pressure broke the machine.

That is the mind.

Why do you blog?

When I was younger, I wrote like the world was ending.

My poetry was melodramatic and heavy, sometimes dark enough to echo Poe. This was where the ache of the soul before me lived.

I’d create presentations for absolutely NO reason. They could be about the silliest things… like king penguins… and I’d still pour myself into them.

My mom would cry or smile and say, “I think you should be a journalist when you grow up.”

I never believed her.

To me and my child brain, journalism felt too creative, too unstable.

After watching the 2008 market crash affect my parents, I couldn’t ignore how fragile “creative jobs” seemed. I quite literally grew up watching how job stability, or the lack of it, affected low and middle-class families, how legislation could flip entire lives upside down.

So I tried to be logical.

Maybe I’d study business.

Maybe I’d go into marketing.

Maybe I’d work in luxury services.

My first college certification was in esthetics, and I thought, “Maybe this is it.”

It wasn’t. I hated it.

So I went back to what I knew… full pivot: cannabis.

The plant, the culture, and the big one: the science, the way it quietly helps so many people. That’s where I blossomed.

And thanks to the IndaCloud leadership team, I finally found a place where all of that knowledge mattered.

Fast forward to now:

I was asked to write blogs for IndaCloud.

It felt like things had come full circle.

After years of running my own social media pages, supporting mom-and-pop brands, and learning how to tell stories in different ways, someone somewhere along the way saw something in me.

They gave me a platform to write weekly blogs, blending cannabis science, consumer psychology…

and a lifetime love for words.

And somewhere in that process, I started writing for myself again.

I write for the future my mom always believed in. I write to share my perspective with people who need it. I write because it would be a disservice not to share anything that could help, even a little.

I write because maybe, deep down, this is what I was always meant to do.