Hey, Clara Winters here, and I’m writing to you all the way from Portland, Oregon, where it rains approximately every other day, and everyone seems to be weirdly okay with it.

I grew up near Seattle, and my childhood was spent building forts in the woods and reading way too many fantasy novels.
For most of my twenties, I worked in corporate marketing and answered every “How are you?” with “Busy!” like my life depended on it. Fast forward a few years, and my body had to finally stage an intervention. Nothing dramatic, just enough to open my eyes and realize that I was running through life without actually living any of it.

Now, I’m still in corporate marketing, but I try to balance my life with passions I once gave up to the grind. During my free time, I write, garden badly, make pretty decent sourdough, and am trying to find out what intentional living actually means besides just being an Instagram aesthetic.

I’m not a guru, I still doom scroll. But I’m learning, and hey, maybe we can figure this out together.