Happy in the middle
Most of my days were structured. I studied industrial engineering and stepped into a role as a Project Manager for the Province Of Nova Scotia, where everything revolved around timelines, systems, and making things run efficiently. It was logical, organized, and I genuinely enjoyed it. But at the same time, I could feel there was another side of me that didn’t quite fit into that world — the part that creates, feels deeply, and doesn’t follow rules or processes.
Because my day to day looked very much like:
- Full of meetings with plans and deadlines
- Requirements for new developments and tech products
- Lots of applications to manage projects
That’s where music came in. What started as something I would open at night slowly became an outlet. It wasn’t just about making beats anymore — it was a way to express things I couldn’t put into words. Whenever I had a lot on my mind, I’d turn to sound. It helped me disconnect, reset, and create something that actually felt like me. That’s when I realized I’m both a creator and someone who feels things deeply, and music sits right in between those two sides.
And I’ll be real — I was judged. A lot. People didn’t understand what I was doing. And honestly… many times, I didn’t fully understand it either. I was just following a feeling, without being able to explain it. But I was having a blast.
It was my scape and a new hobby besides surfing
manuccii
My first real song didn’t come from one moment of inspiration. It came from repetition. Dozens of projects, probably close to 80 …some finished, most not. A lot of trial and error, a lot of starting over, but I was enjoying every part of it. There was no pressure, just the excitement of finally having a way to express something real. And then one day, something clicked. Not because it was perfect, but because it felt right. For the first time, I wasn’t just making sounds, I was saying something that words couldn’t.