I’ve been an avid reader (books, magazines, articles, twitter threads (pre-el*n), etc.
so I assumed it meant that I must be an avid writer. I am here to assure you there is no correlation between the two.
So now what??
When I made my substack it was to indulge and enter the minds of people that I found interesting on other platforms. But there has always been a teeny tiny part of me that had hoped this could be the start of me writing. Who knows - maybe someone somewhere thinks I’m an interesting person whose mind they would want to enter??
Also - I feel like this is a time in my life that I weirdly want to share into the void a.k.a social media. Maybe it’s because... I’m happy? Happy with the life I made? Or maybe it’s because I’m happy AND I’m scared? Scared knowing that this happiness is fleeting, so I want to document it while I can? Or maybe it’s both? It’s definitely not Maybelline (I pray whoever reads this gets this joke).
Anyway… Hi! I’m Bianca AM. I’m a sustainability analyst, avid second-hand shopper, mother (to a dog), daughter (to a human), and incoming MBA student (send thoughts and prayers).
This blog/newsletter/diary/op-ed column/word vomit will be a whatever it is.
Thanks for reading!
xxxxx,
BAM
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