Hello!

I talked about me stop breathing after a car hit me at two years old way back in December 2025. Okay. That’s not that long ago in the big scheme of things.

BUT BUT BUT

It feels that way since I’ve posted a blog every day since then.

Why revisit that?

It sets up the idea of me being fragile. I’m sure me talking about having been homeless light or having been shackled twice or being through domestic violence that

DUDES???

You may think of me as weak. God knows that I’ve been there.

CUZ

my mind was mixing up making stupid choices with being fragile.

And?

I’m quite the opposite cuz I’ve honestly been to Hell and back multiple times, got several T-shirts, and wake up each day with the desire to get more shit done. That’s absolutely not fragile. Staying in bed or staying stuck eating cake. That’s my version of being fragile.

Some folks may also thinking that my willingness to be so candid is me being fragile: It looks like I can’t keep my shit together. When about those folks saying or thinking that? I’ve been through what I’ve been through and still keep trying….

Can you say the same?

Are you being my naysayer cuz you actually been through far less and can’t get off your own ass.

So?

I make you look bad? And it’s much easier to talk trash about me than look in the mirror???

Nope. I’m beyond far from perfect. I’ve also been the asshole prodding the other person rather than facing my own shit. It was beyond exhausting. I also felt a whole helluva lot more fragile when I did that nonsense than now when I’m doing my reps.

Can anyone else relate to any side of this? I know that I can relate to it all!! The more that I know I can just do what needs to be done without a mental song and dance keeping me stuck? I can be far more productive.

Why yes…

More to follow soon.

As always: Have a glamorous day for fun!!

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