Halloween is always something I look forward to. Despite my inkling this year to dress as Lydia from Beetlejuice, I went with my art idol and all time head bitch in charge, Frida Kahlo.

Of course, with great power comes great responsibility and Frida Kahlo came with a unibrow, which wasn’t any stretch of the imagination for me as someone who is Armenian.

Lately, I haven’t written much here and I’m not sure why. Probably a combination of being extremely self conscious of my writing, along with trying to concentrate my writing efforts else where. Sometimes when I look at this space, the only sentiment I seem to come up with is “What’s the point?” I don’t have any direction here - this is not a blog strictly about journalism, or food or any other niche topic. It’s more or less about me and my likes, dislikes and observations. I still haven’t come to term yet with the fact that that’s ok, because not only do I see other blogs/websites who are so successful because they are niche, but because the directionless feeling I experience on this blog reflects how I feel in my daily life.

I want to be a writer, a reporter, a change maker, and although I have made some strides in that department, the mountain I have to climb just keeps growing.  Maybe that’s why I have been so drawn to Frida Kahlo, although the trials and tribulations of her life cannot even be compared to mine. She’s fierce. She’s strong. She left her mark on the world in some way. Being her for a day reminded me how much I want to be that person. That intrepid reporter who finds stories within the crevices of the world, that writer who manages to seamlessly blend words together, that person who is not just living, but progressing and aiding progress in the process.

That’s enough of my ranting, here are some more Frida Kahlo photos. Don’t mind the ugly.