A woman standing on a pathway in a park or garden, holding a camera around her neck, smiling, wearing glasses, a striped shirt, jeans, and sandals, surrounded by green vegetation and trees under a blue sky.
Close-up of a pink and white dahlia flower with blurred green background and sunlight in the distance.

serial tea drinker, outdoor photographer, collector of craft supplies, and mad creative.

Growing up, I wanted to be a zookeeper, a professional figure skater, an architect, an archaeologist, a pilot and so on and on and on.

Unfortunately, the school system forced me to choose one thing.
So I chose art, which felt like the only sensible option at the time, being young and clueless.

That’s where I discovered photography.
Which, ironically, I hated at first. I sucked at it, like you can’t believe how bad I was at taking pictures.

But then… it turned into my ‘thing’.
I started getting better, slowly at first, and then I could see the progress I was making. Before I knew it, I was saving all my money to spend on new lenses, learning more and more, and I became obsessed.

But instead of dying a quick death like most of my new hobbies tend to do, this one actually stuck.

I know — I was just as surprised as you are.

A woman with glasses and a yellow beanie drinking from a travel mug outdoors at sunset.

Of course, photography didn’t magically fix my love for trying out new hobbies and starting new projects.

Even though it stuck, I was still that girl, obsessed with trying out a million different things, only to drop them just as fast.

I started many business ideas, only to abandon them weeks or months later. I switched hobbies, changed directions constantly, and read countless books trying to figure out why I couldn’t stick to just one thing.

At first, I thought something was wrong with me.
Maybe I just didn’t have enough discipline.
Maybe I needed to “niche down.”
Maybe I’d never figure it out.

But eventually, I realised:
This is just who I am.
This is the definition of a multipassionate creative.

And that’s how The Girl Who Tried Everything was born.

A winding mountain road with a silver car driving on it, surrounded by golden-brown hillside and mountain in the distance.