I’ve always found myself drawn to the space between things—the contrast of city energy and the stillness of the veld, ambition and contentment, movement and pause. Some of my earliest memories are shaped by forest foraging, mountain sunrises, oceanside exploring, and listening for stories in the wind. Whether it was hours spent in the Cederberg's quiet, or the bright curiosity of Cape Town’s City Bowl, both taught me one lesson: meaning is rarely found on autopilot.

Writing became my way to make sense of it all—an act of exploration, clarity, and connection. It started as therapy, survived heartbreaks and detours, became a career, always a compass. In every margin, every scribble, every “wrong” turn, I have come to discover beauty in the ordinary and lessons in the messiest moments.

Through Finding Wilder, I invite others to slow down, pay attention, and discover the wildness and mini miracles waiting in each day. My work is for the seekers—writers, thinkers, and anyone refusing to fit the mold or shrink their dreams for the sake of convention.

It is a daring endeavour but for those looking, it has always been worth it taking the road less traveled by.