an installation of letters
Hi :)
Here’s my semi-literary take on anything to do with the nature of existence, daily experiences, art, and the truth behind “The American Dream”. Not trying to sell anything or get rich and famous.
I live in the Old Greenwoods Hotel, and I love to write letters . . . so here we are!
Basically . . . I’m writing letters to an imaginary friend and you can read them ;)
Read when you feel like it.
xo,
-m-
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it’s been a long time coming . . .
My name’s Molly, I’ve been writing letters since I was old enough to hold a crayon. Unfortunately I spent about 35 years thinking I needed to follow my dreams, live my purpose, find my passion, and save the world - and hustle to make an online solopreneur empire out of my creativity and spirituality. I also tried to “climb the ladder” at the same time (eyeroll).
No surprise, I got burnt out and it turns out the day-job is fine and I’d rather ramble to my friends for free.
I’ll save you the spiel - you can see how much of an overachiever I was if you look at my linkedin. Or read the blog and you’ll hear my cringey stories. Or follow my instagram and see what happens.
Anyway, I’m really cool, as you can see. I bet you are too. Let’s keep in touch
xxoo,
m
I always wanted to be an artist, but I never set out to be a poet, I always thought it would be better to be a painter. Specifically, someone who could paint realistic portraits of people’s faces because, according to my 5th grade art teacher, that is the best kind of art.