Creative Modifications

"Surviving life’s plot twists with yarn, loud worship music, and a stubborn streak of hope."

About Me




Hello and howdy from Ontario, Canada — I’m glad you’ve found your way to this creative corner I’m building for my art and storytelling.

I hold diplomas in Visual Creative Arts & Design and Medical Office Administration, blending creativity with strong organizational skills while I continue seeking where God is leading me.

A lifelong maker, I knit, crochet, and explore fibre arts, support a Southern Ontario knitting group through communications, and volunteer creating social media content for Abbey Cats Adoptions.

My work is shaped by faith, resilience, and healing, and I’m currently developing a character-driven fictional world exploring identity, redemption, and hope in unexpected places.

Category: Wham! Reality In The Face

  • Finding Validation Within: A Creative Journey

    Through the practice of Morning Pages in The Artist’s Way, I’ve begun uncovering just how deeply the need for approval has shaped my creative life. This week brought a quiet but powerful realization: my creativity was never meant to earn validation from others. It was always meant to be an expression of the gifts God…

  • The Left Side of The Brain = Survival Mode

    For years, I didn’t realize I was living in survival mode — functioning, coping, and moving forward, but never truly free. It wasn’t until I began working through The Artist’s Way that something shifted. A light clicked on, revealing the quiet inner censor that had been steering my life for decades. This post is about…

  • What My Medical Office Program Is Really Teaching me (Beyond the Textbooks)

    My Medical Office Administration program is teaching me more than forms and software—it’s teaching me patience, organization, and confidence in ways no textbook ever could.

  • Embracing Fear: Lessons from New Beginnings

    Starting my co-op at Niagara Plastic Surgery has been equal parts exciting and terrifying. Somewhere between caffeine pills, mirror selfies, and late-night prayers, I realized what I was really feeling: fear. But with a little humor, a lot of Jesus, and the occasional awkward photo to document it all, I’m learning how to show up—imperfect,…