Sometimes I think that I'm living a story about to be told. It's the story of a woman in the process of documenting the fall of her life in order to both test and prove her underlying suspician that she's in control. It's a quirky mix of optimism (bordering on pronoia) and fear, all tied together with a weird and growing sense that somehow it's time to just let go and enjoy the ride.

Sometimes the story is right here in front of me; in other words, “I am not it, it is me”. And this is where it gets interesting. Still, I find myself asking: how do I hold onto such clarity? And my answer appears to be that I don't.

I don't contain freedom. I become it, by letting go.

It's either really brave, or not brave at all. Or both, and neither. For the game of  discovering what is, is a joke, or as Allan Watts liked to say, an endless game of hide and seek. It is ME.

We find when we let go of looking and just be what we are.

So life is about telling a good story. And it's time to do just that. For the truth is, life is acceptable, just as it is; The story is, IT'S PERFECT :)

So be it.

~Katie

PS: This revised profile was originally posted as an impromptu blog on March 28,

At the time of writing this, I find myself in the midst of a transition, so my earlier profile (which has since been archived to my blog) started to feel like an anchor around my neck, especially the part about owning a recording studio. Truth is, I am disbanding that part of my life in order to step more honestly into my larger capacity to serve artists. This includes media replication services, but also something else I haven't yet clarified or branded personally.

Whatever happens, I am committed to living a bolder negotiation with truth.

It's time.