Found My Passion

December 13, 2017









When people ask you what you’re passionate about, do you hesitate before saying whatever it is that comes to your mind after intense probing? When you look into the future, do you draw blanks? Yeah, me too. For the longest time, I never understood the idea of passion. I felt like I was passionate about everything and then nothing at the same time. I would then feel empty again. Doing things, working on things, just for the sake of doing it, continuing it. Because what I hate more than this rollercoaster of feelings is not finishing something I started. So I work from project to project, heart to heart, one occupation to the next within the creative industry. I felt guilty for not being ultimately happy for the jobs I was and am doing. I felt guilty because I wasn’t, perhaps, grateful enough. I was making money. I was creating. I was being appreciated for my ideas (for the most part). But I knew in the pit of my stomach, I wasn’t being fed. I would eat and eat, but I was sustaining. I wasn’t thriving. But I should be happy to be fed at all, right? So I came to terms with it. After-all, a drawback to being a Jane of all trades is that you become a master of none.

There’s a better ending to this story, I promise.

A few months ago, I had a very honest conversation with myself. I felt an abyssal desire to revisit an old passion I simply overlooked or perhaps consciously closed off. Like an old lover, I analyzed our beginnings and ends. It was acting. I proceeded to make a ton of excuses on why I shouldn’t do it. “I don’t have time right now.” “I’m too old, right?” “Why should I do this if I don’t know if I’ll go far on it?” “Shouldn’t I put this money I’m about to invest into something else? Something better?” “What if I suck?” “Fuck, do I suck?” “What about all these other things I’ve already invested in?” I told my mind to “SHUT THA FUCK UP”. I gave myself a hard stare. So hard, I stared right through me, peeled behind all the doubts, insecurities, the shields and walls of safety and comfortability, and I whispered, “You are better than this” in the most loving and compassionate tone.

A few months after that, I have had some ups and downs but I am so happy. I am happier than my most happy days before this. I am more fed, full, and satisfied. Guys, I think I have finally found MY passion. This shit is not a fairytale that movies or the government or our parents sell to us. It just may take longer. Be patient. Be kind to yourself. And be brave.

Images by Pedro Morales
December 13, 2017
When people ask you what you’re passionate about, do you hesitate before saying whatever it is that comes to your mind after intense probing? When you look into the future, do you draw blanks? Yeah, me too. For the longest time, I never understood the idea of passion. I felt like I was passionate about everything and then nothing at the same time. I would then feel empty again. Doing things, working on things, just for the sake of doing it, con…








When people ask you what you’re passionate about, do you hesitate before saying whatever it is that comes to your mind after intense probing? When you look into the future, do you draw blanks? Yeah, me too. For the longest time, I never understood the idea of passion. I felt like I was passionate about everything and then nothing at the same time. I would then feel empty again. Doing things, working on things, just for the sake of doing it, continuing it. Because what I hate more than this rollercoaster of feelings is not finishing something I started. So I work from project to project, heart to heart, one occupation to the next within the creative industry. I felt guilty for not being ultimately happy for the jobs I was and am doing. I felt guilty because I wasn’t, perhaps, grateful enough. I was making money. I was creating. I was being appreciated for my ideas (for the most part). But I knew in the pit of my stomach, I wasn’t being fed. I would eat and eat, but I was sustaining. I wasn’t thriving. But I should be happy to be fed at all, right? So I came to terms with it. After-all, a drawback to being a Jane of all trades is that you become a master of none.

There’s a better ending to this story, I promise.

A few months ago, I had a very honest conversation with myself. I felt an abyssal desire to revisit an old passion I simply overlooked or perhaps consciously closed off. Like an old lover, I analyzed our beginnings and ends. It was acting. I proceeded to make a ton of excuses on why I shouldn’t do it. “I don’t have time right now.” “I’m too old, right?” “Why should I do this if I don’t know if I’ll go far on it?” “Shouldn’t I put this money I’m about to invest into something else? Something better?” “What if I suck?” “Fuck, do I suck?” “What about all these other things I’ve already invested in?” I told my mind to “SHUT THA FUCK UP”. I gave myself a hard stare. So hard, I stared right through me, peeled behind all the doubts, insecurities, the shields and walls of safety and comfortability, and I whispered, “You are better than this” in the most loving and compassionate tone.

A few months after that, I have had some ups and downs but I am so happy. I am happier than my most happy days before this. I am more fed, full, and satisfied. Guys, I think I have finally found MY passion. This shit is not a fairytale that movies or the government or our parents sell to us. It just may take longer. Be patient. Be kind to yourself. And be brave.

Images by Pedro Morales

people pleasin'

December 6, 2017







Making sure people like you shouldn’t be your priority. But making sure people you love know you love them, well that’s my priority.

But sometimes, it can be so damn hard. Especially when everyone around you IS ACTING ALL TYPES OF CRAZY. And life isn’t always mango sorbets and falling in love in the subway. It isn’t random Bachata sessions outside your apartment or finding a dollar bill in your pocket. Sometimes, just SOMETIMES, and even sometimes is too often, it’s stepping on fresh dog shit. It’s spilling coffee on your shirt the moment you step into the office. It's a passive aggressive text message from your friend. I hate when I receive that "k." text. It’s layers and layers of mundane seemingly little bullshit that just irks you. And I realize...feelings are so temporary. Friendships and trust shouldn’t be. They aren’t. Not the real ones. Not the ones you made wholehearted decision to call your best friend and vow to protect, to call family, to remember every single allergies of theirs like they’re your own. People will be people. In fact, people are human. But not every human is my soul-friend. So no, I refuse to please everyone. I'm selective in my friends just as I am selective in my wardrobe, food choices, and pretty much everything. You have to be. Time and energy and money are all precious things. And it took me a long time to decipher all these complex feelings. What’s worth never turning back for, never crossing a bridge again? What’s worth fixing? Worth letting go. And worth just laughing off.

Images by Corey Jermaine

December 6, 2017
Making sure people like you shouldn’t be your priority. But making sure people you love know you love them, well that’s my priority. But sometimes, it can be so damn hard. Especially when everyone around you IS ACTING ALL TYPES OF CRAZY. And life isn’t always mango sorbets and falling in love in the subway. It isn’t random Bachata sessions outside your apartment or finding a dollar bill in your pocket. Sometimes, just SOMETIMES, and even someti…






Making sure people like you shouldn’t be your priority. But making sure people you love know you love them, well that’s my priority.

But sometimes, it can be so damn hard. Especially when everyone around you IS ACTING ALL TYPES OF CRAZY. And life isn’t always mango sorbets and falling in love in the subway. It isn’t random Bachata sessions outside your apartment or finding a dollar bill in your pocket. Sometimes, just SOMETIMES, and even sometimes is too often, it’s stepping on fresh dog shit. It’s spilling coffee on your shirt the moment you step into the office. It's a passive aggressive text message from your friend. I hate when I receive that "k." text. It’s layers and layers of mundane seemingly little bullshit that just irks you. And I realize...feelings are so temporary. Friendships and trust shouldn’t be. They aren’t. Not the real ones. Not the ones you made wholehearted decision to call your best friend and vow to protect, to call family, to remember every single allergies of theirs like they’re your own. People will be people. In fact, people are human. But not every human is my soul-friend. So no, I refuse to please everyone. I'm selective in my friends just as I am selective in my wardrobe, food choices, and pretty much everything. You have to be. Time and energy and money are all precious things. And it took me a long time to decipher all these complex feelings. What’s worth never turning back for, never crossing a bridge again? What’s worth fixing? Worth letting go. And worth just laughing off.

Images by Corey Jermaine

I Like What I Like | ft. Shoes Of Prey

November 27, 2017









I know what I like and I like what I like. Sure, my tastes change and evolve frequently, too frequent at times, but my stance is always strong. When I make a decision, I am a whole 85% behind it (That's a lot!). Ask my boyfriend! He’s almost never allowed to pick a dinner spot. Because 1) I pick the best spots. I personally have an extensive restaurant list that I never share. 2) And he can’t get shit from me if I don’t like the food because it’ll be my fault. Y’know, I blame it on being The First Child. On my mom and her impeccable taste in food, wine, and shoes. So when I found a brand that ALLOWED me to custom make my own pair of winter gems called booties, I fell hard. Shoes Of Prey — you just get me.

From shoe type to toe shape, heel shape and heel length, shoe color and texture, down to the insoles and I even a custom inscription on the soles, and more (which you can get absolutely complimentary with this code —"LYNNKIMDO"), the whole process is remarkably personal and so much fun. In a matter of a few days, I received a red kitten heel booty packaged beautifully by Shoes Of Prey. The perfect heel for running between train stops. The perfect color with three very different textures because I deserve to stand out. And absolutely comfortable because that's a necessity. Not a luxury. And now, I can't stop wearing them.



Images by Erick Hercules
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Wool Cape - Vintage, Knit Dress - CMEO Collective, Jeans - Vintage, Boots - Shoes Of Prey





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I know what I like and I like what I like. Sure, my tastes change and evolve frequently, too frequent at times, but my stance is always strong. When I make a decision, I am a whole 85% behind it (That's a lot!) . Ask my boyfriend! He’s almost never allowed to pick a dinner spot. Because 1) I pick the best spots. I personally have an extensive restaurant list that I never share. 2) And he can’t get shit from me if I don’t like the food becaus…








I know what I like and I like what I like. Sure, my tastes change and evolve frequently, too frequent at times, but my stance is always strong. When I make a decision, I am a whole 85% behind it (That's a lot!). Ask my boyfriend! He’s almost never allowed to pick a dinner spot. Because 1) I pick the best spots. I personally have an extensive restaurant list that I never share. 2) And he can’t get shit from me if I don’t like the food because it’ll be my fault. Y’know, I blame it on being The First Child. On my mom and her impeccable taste in food, wine, and shoes. So when I found a brand that ALLOWED me to custom make my own pair of winter gems called booties, I fell hard. Shoes Of Prey — you just get me.

From shoe type to toe shape, heel shape and heel length, shoe color and texture, down to the insoles and I even a custom inscription on the soles, and more (which you can get absolutely complimentary with this code —"LYNNKIMDO"), the whole process is remarkably personal and so much fun. In a matter of a few days, I received a red kitten heel booty packaged beautifully by Shoes Of Prey. The perfect heel for running between train stops. The perfect color with three very different textures because I deserve to stand out. And absolutely comfortable because that's a necessity. Not a luxury. And now, I can't stop wearing them.



Images by Erick Hercules
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Wool Cape - Vintage, Knit Dress - CMEO Collective, Jeans - Vintage, Boots - Shoes Of Prey





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don't let me drink alone

November 21, 2017




Nothing pure about this besides what’s in my glass. I can’t tell if this clear liquid is making me warm or it’s your gaze outlining my silhouette burning a memory of it in your mind. “I feel warm,” I thought. But I didn’t tell him. My eyes get heavy. It’s heavy from all the thoughts being collected around the warmth of my stomach with a fire building below it. His gaze can set it off, strike a match, and poof. I’m afraid of what may happen next. Yet, he look so sure. He smiles causing his eyes to squint creating deep folds around it. I wish I could climb in the folds surrounding his deep brown eyes and live there forever. As long as he looks at me like that. He made promises with those eyes, a million promises without uttering a single word. One of which is “I will never let you drink alone.” 

When it comes to liquor, I choose clear. What kind of clear? Vodka. What kind of vodka? Purity. The newest kid on the block but it has already been awarded 2016 Best Vodka Of The Year. Elevation is its mantra. And it goes beyond expectation to live up to it. Purity Vodka is kinda like your new favorite store that moved into your hood. It’s so good. So underrated. A best kept secret that you really want to just keep…secret. But it’s unfair to keep something so good to yourself, isn’t it?

Somethings are too good to be kept secret or shared solo. I am almost absolutely stripped of all joy when I drink alone. The company around me is utterly important to my level of elevated happiness. (Here we go with that word, again!) There’s an intimacy to drinking and spilling your guts out. Or drinking in deep silence with a friend. It speaks volumes. Or drinking and feeling. Leaving that armored suit aside to just feel openly for awhile. Every fond memory of drinking in great company has resulted in laughs, eye opening conversations, secrets, great business deals, and maybe a black-out here or there. All great things. Besides great company, a perfectly balanced vodka soda or dirty martini definitely helps. Do yourself a favor and choose wisely. From company and friends. To your spirit brand of choice. You deserve that much. I know, I do.

Images by Pedro Morales
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Drinking Purity Vodka


November 21, 2017
Nothing pure about this besides what’s in my glass. I can’t tell if this clear liquid is making me warm or it’s your gaze outlining my silhouette burning a memory of it in your mind. “I feel warm,” I thought. But I didn’t tell him. My eyes get heavy. It’s heavy from all the thoughts being collected around the warmth of my stomach with a fire building below it. His gaze can set it off, strike a match, and poof. I’m afraid of what may happen next.…



Nothing pure about this besides what’s in my glass. I can’t tell if this clear liquid is making me warm or it’s your gaze outlining my silhouette burning a memory of it in your mind. “I feel warm,” I thought. But I didn’t tell him. My eyes get heavy. It’s heavy from all the thoughts being collected around the warmth of my stomach with a fire building below it. His gaze can set it off, strike a match, and poof. I’m afraid of what may happen next. Yet, he look so sure. He smiles causing his eyes to squint creating deep folds around it. I wish I could climb in the folds surrounding his deep brown eyes and live there forever. As long as he looks at me like that. He made promises with those eyes, a million promises without uttering a single word. One of which is “I will never let you drink alone.” 

When it comes to liquor, I choose clear. What kind of clear? Vodka. What kind of vodka? Purity. The newest kid on the block but it has already been awarded 2016 Best Vodka Of The Year. Elevation is its mantra. And it goes beyond expectation to live up to it. Purity Vodka is kinda like your new favorite store that moved into your hood. It’s so good. So underrated. A best kept secret that you really want to just keep…secret. But it’s unfair to keep something so good to yourself, isn’t it?

Somethings are too good to be kept secret or shared solo. I am almost absolutely stripped of all joy when I drink alone. The company around me is utterly important to my level of elevated happiness. (Here we go with that word, again!) There’s an intimacy to drinking and spilling your guts out. Or drinking in deep silence with a friend. It speaks volumes. Or drinking and feeling. Leaving that armored suit aside to just feel openly for awhile. Every fond memory of drinking in great company has resulted in laughs, eye opening conversations, secrets, great business deals, and maybe a black-out here or there. All great things. Besides great company, a perfectly balanced vodka soda or dirty martini definitely helps. Do yourself a favor and choose wisely. From company and friends. To your spirit brand of choice. You deserve that much. I know, I do.

Images by Pedro Morales
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Drinking Purity Vodka