If You’re Looking for Normal, You’re Lost

 I’m Free

Welp… here it is.

Let’s just get this out of the way real quick.
You are not getting access to anything prior to 2025.
Some of that content needs to be reworked, maybe rewritten, maybe left where it belongs.

We are not dragging old versions of me into a space that is supposed to be real.

Also… in case you didn’t know…
my head is a little chaotic.

And this blog?
It will have no niche.

Because I am not here for fame.

If I want to talk about my career, I will.
If I want to talk about politics, I will.
If I want to tell you about my feelings, I will.
If I want to tell you something completely random and unhinged, I will.

And if I don’t want to say anything at all…
I won’t.

And let me tell you something…

This is freeing.
Like… legitimately freeing.

An uncensored space.
No box.
No label.
No pretending.

I am not trying to fit into something that was never built for me.

And I am definitely not here for people to tell me I am going to hell because I use bad words or speak my mind.

That is not what the Bible says.
You actually have to read it… not just follow what someone told you it says.

And I have read it.

I am not here for anyone to tell me who I should love.
How I should move.
How I should exist.

If I cannot be me, I do not want to be around you.
Just saying.

I enjoy people for who they are.

So why is it so hard for people to do the same?

Why do people feel the need to label someone a bad person
just because they do not fit into some made-up version of “normal”?

Because let’s be honest…

Normal is made up.
Perfect is made up.
Even “having it all together” is made up.

And no… saying a bad word does not make you a bad person.

What I want is simple.

I just want to be me.

Fully.
Unapologetically.
Without asking permission.

And if that makes people uncomfortable…

That is okay.

Because I am not here to make everyone comfortable.
I am here to be real.

So if you are here reading this…

Thank you.

I am glad you are here.
Showing up as your real, genuine self matters more than anything else.

Stay real.

And if something I say sparks a thought, a feeling, or even a disagreement…
let’s talk about it.

I am here.

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