I didn’t suddenly become more disciplined — I just made it harder to scroll.

This is a small story about books, boredom, and the strange illusion that watching other people live somehow counts as living yourself. Turns out, the way back to focus wasn’t more willpower… it was fewer distractions.

My professor told me most product designers are more like carpenters than painters. Logical. Sensible. Grounded.
Unfortunately, I fear I may be… something else entirely.

This is a short story about ambition, self-doubt, and the slightly inconvenient urge to make strange and wonderful things — even when it would be much easier to just be practical.

Art can make people hopeful, help them believe in the human spirit again—and precisely because of that, it is always at risk.

Imagine meeting your partner on a plane and deciding it was fate. Much nicer than admitting the odds of you never meeting were significantly higher. Our lives are incredibly unlikely, slightly absurd, and yet here we are—trying to stitch together a story that makes it all feel intentional.

This morning I awoke and my well was dry, my cup was empty, no more tea to pour. So I rested and I refuelled. This too is part of the creative process. If you are too tired to want to do the things that bring you joy, I cannot advise this enough. Please give yourself the permission as much as possible.

I don’t expect myself to have endless willpower (total myth). Instead, I got help: an app that blocks social media between 7 pm and 10 am. Now I can wake up, drink my coffee, and read a book about eels without other people’s lives sneaking in. Saying no to distractions means saying yes to what actually matters—like sunrise swims, real conversations, and a little peace of mind.

I used to believe mistakes meant I had failed as a human being. Then I discovered that designers basically spend their lives making things, testing them, breaking them, and trying again. This post is about stealing that mindset and applying it to life: treat your decisions like prototypes and collect data instead of shame.

A short, silly, and heartfelt reflection on why my morning coffee is basically a tiny life coach. From the first sip to the last drop, it helps me arrive in my day, gives my brain space to wander, and reminds me that the little joys — even something as simple as a mug of good coffee — are actually the big joys. Perfect for anyone who’s ever needed a cup of calm in a hectic world.

Bréne Brown talks about ideological sorting — the way we cluster into social and political bubbles. But what happens when your life takes you far outside the bubble you grew up in? A small reflection on belonging, privilege, and the strange freedom of being a foreigner.

A reflection on my quiet obsession with packaging design—especially the playful, seductive packaging found in Asian supermarkets. What started as a secret collection of photos has slowly become an important part of my creative process as a product design student.

A conversation with a professor unexpectedly challenged my assumptions about creativity and education. After years of being discouraged from questioning things, I’m beginning to see that the way my mind works might actually be a strength.

In this post, Celine reflects on the challenge of sharing her thoughts and obsessions as a neurodivergent student. She explores the tension between internal curiosity and the fear of judgment, weaving personal anecdotes—from sleepless nights to strutting in heels as a teenager—into a meditation on courage, creativity, and learning to show up for yourself. A glimpse into the messy, obsessive, and deeply human process of thinking out loud.

Day 1 of the Neurodivergent Fangirl Journal. I am unpacking my hyper focus, research obsessions and design musings. Is it straightforward? Absolutely not, but it is a beginning. Inspired by Tavi Gevinson and her attitude towards being a fangirl.

Today is the day that I break my self imposed silence. I am taking an active step out of my perfectionism and into participation. This is the messy documentation of my intellectual obsession, fangirling, research rabbit holes and more.

Navigating the art world can feel like being in a maze, especially when you’re trying to find your own voice. You see so many incredible artists and get so excited that it's easy to get lost in the noise. I’ve definitely been there. This post is for anyone who's ever felt like their style was a messy, confused mix. Here are some of my messy answers to this big question.

Learning a new skill as an adult can be a wild ride, especially when it involves ancient traditions, a new language, and a whole lot of tangled threads. My time studying handcrafts in Stockholm was exactly that. Here are some of the most memorable moments, from laugh-out-loud mishaps to quiet, beautiful victories.