I refuse to be the kind of person who loses their mind over a delayed train or lets a spilled coffee set the tone for the whole day.
I want to be the one who stays composed, who sees the good even when things don’t go as planned. The kind of person who breathes through the little chaos and still finds beauty in how the day unfolds.
I want to be soft. I want to be steady.
I want to share the phrase that literally changed my life:
Don’t be afraid to be seen trying.
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Hello and shit! Editing the podcast now. Slept all day 😂 Houston took the mf life outta me but you’ll hear ab it in the new episode. It’s about disappointment & how it always fixes itself even when it seems mad fucked up. Hope what me n my soul went thru this weekend helps you guys n also makes you feel better ab your own shit life be throwing at you. Excited to fill you in! Will be going live on here tomorrow also 😉😘
it bugs the shit out of me that Jubal (the handsome boy in my picture) had his first, unsuccessful home on a farm near Roanoke, VA where he was named after (this is what those idiots told me proudly) Jubal Early, who was actually one of the authors of the original Lost Cause myth. since I don't believe in changing the names of animals (especially after two years), I kept it (and it's simple and pops the way a fog's name should pop). but when I tell people on the street his name, for some reason I feel compelled to tell them where his name comes from and how embarrassing it is. it would give all of us a lot less grief if I just kept my mouth shut, right?
