g r e e t i n g s


about

I'm awful at talking about myself. What is there to know?

My name is Alyce. I'm an adult human woman living in a house with a dog and husband. I'm coming to terms that I'm metamorphosizing into a woefully mediocre grown up.

I spend my days mucking around the garden, making videos, writing to pen pals, de-trashing the neighborhood, cooking elaborate meals, and fiddling with art projects.

I contemplate a lot about the meaning of life and feel most comforted when I think there is no purpose.

I like thinking that I don't have to do important things in my life to make my time here worthwhile.

Is being average enough? I hope so.



TLDR; I am sad and anxious like everyone else.