I'm Not A Niche. I'm A Movement.

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They keep telling us to “pick a lane.”

To water down our magic.


To niche down until we’re unrecognizable. Marketable, but unrecognizable.

But me?
I’m not a niche. I’m a whole movement.
I didn’t come here to shrink, flatten, or fit. I came here to create.

🖤 I’m Done Choosing Between My Selves

I’m the artist and the strategist.
The candlelit mystic and the analytics girlie.
The entrepreneur with mood boards and wire tools side by side.

The herbal tea sipper with a lofi beat playing in the background.

I’m not scattered. I’m layered.
And I’m no longer slicing myself into “audience friendly” pieces just to make other people comfortable.

🎨 There’s Power in Being Multi-Hyphenated

I make jewelry. I restore photos. I metalsmith. I throw clay. I design.
I blend ancestral wisdom with digital clarity.
I dream in color palettes and copper wire.
I create because I have to. And yes, I sell it too, but the creativity came first. Always.

Being multi passionate is not a flaw, it’s a flex.
It’s my inheritance. It’s how Black women have always moved: adapting, innovating, weaving beauty into every corner of survival.

🔍 They Told Me I Needed a Niche to Be Taken Seriously.

I believed them for a while.
I tried to "focus." I tried to make one thing my everything.
And I almost lost myself.

But I realized:
✨ I’m not hard to follow. You’re just not used to this much freedom.
✨ I’m not all over the place. I’m blooming in multiple places.
✨ My audience isn't confused, they’re inspired. Because they see all of me, and still choose to stay.

📣 I Don’t Need a Niche. I Need Space


Space to experiment. Space to evolve.
Space to let one offering lead to another, like rivers to the sea.

I’m not a funnel. I’m a frequency.
People don’t follow me because I fit neatly into a category.
They follow me because I feel real.

💌 To My Fellow Creatives:

If you’ve ever been told you’re “too much,” “doing too many things,” or “hard to market”.
Just know...you’re not the problem.
You’re the blueprint!

Your brilliance isn’t scattered. It’s just vast.
Your gifts aren’t confusing. They’re divine.

Keep creating. Keep showing up.
Your story doesn’t need to be simplified to be successful.
Let 2026 be the year you stop explaining your path and start embodying it.

🌿 Final Words

I am the product. I am the brand. I am the art and the artist.
And this year?
I’m not choosing between the parts of me anymore.

I’m choosing me. Fully. Wildly. Multidimensionally.

Because I’m not a niche.
I’m a movement.


Love & Light

💥HAPPY NEW YEAR

Angela

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