I’m not a particularly woo-woo person. I don’t make decisions based on horoscopes, and I don’t believe symbols dictate our fate. But I do love tradition. I love folklore.

I watch Murder, She Wrote. I make playlists to flirt with men I’m interested in. I go to yoga and practice breathing. I apply for jobs outside of Camplight. I get rejected. I apply again. None of this is glamorous. None of it looks like a big creative breakthrough. But it is a kind of faithfulness.