It all began with a quirky soft toy that arrived on my 6th birthday—a unicorn I affectionately named Chancey. That day marked the beginning of my journaling journey as I penned my first-ever diary entry, cherishing my new best friend. Eventually, my journaling evolved into crafting elaborate plans to skip classes with my girl gang, complete with sketched-out maps, color-coded rally points, secret encryptions, and detailed blueprints.

As I grew older, my penchant for mischief took a temporary hiatus until I stumbled upon the world of advertising. There, I came to realize that my mischief was merely a teenage manifestation of a creative problem solver. And that's precisely who I am.