Why Dream in Color, and why now?

I just returned from a solo trip to Portugal’s Alentejo coast, where I completely fell in love with the atmosphere. Comporta felt like a personification of me.

My Dad texted me after I sent him the weird artsy outfits I’d packed, saying, “Go with the flow.” He’s been telling me this for years: Trust yourself and have

For a long time, I thought I had quietly lost myself.

The kind of loss that happens so gradually you mistake it for growing up.

You become easier.

More agreeable.

You stop noticing all the tiny compromises because each one seems insignificant on its own.

One weekend becomes their plans instead of yours.

One opinion you keep to yourself because it’s