I spent my life worshipping productivity—chasing efficiency, measuring worth in checkboxes, and believing every moment needed a purpose.

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Until I realised—I was not fine.

Success was never enough, and I had forgotten how to truly live. Creativity had become transactional, not joyful. I was in large multinational in a fancy role making money juggling motherhood but unhappy. I did not listen even then it was a near fatal accident that actually changed my life.

 

Creative Kin was born for me. But as I spoke to fellow hustlers, I realised—I wasn’t alone. There are more of us. My Creative Kin.

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We are told that everything must be useful. That every second must be productive.

 

Creative Kin is my rebellion. Against hustle. Against burnout. Against the idea that creativity must always be justified.

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It is a space to return to my feminine self. To create for the sake of it. To embrace slowness and beauty without reason.

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I don’t know where this is going. I just know I need it.

And if you do too, then come.

Let’s spend time beautifully. Together.