In grade school, I took up smoking to be cool.

In grade school, I took up smoking to be cool.

In grade school, I took up smoking to be cool. It didn’t work. The cool kids were lame anyways. I flirted with boys I didn’t like because I didn’t want to be called a prude. I hung out with people who were evil fucking humans because they were popular. I bit my tongue when I heard other people talking smack about someone else, instead of defending them. I saw people being taken advantage of and said nothing. I didn’t want to be a “rat”. I said and did things that make me sick to my stomach. I was a total fucking hyprocrite for years, saying I was SO against the things I was secretly doing behind closed doors. I drank Peach Schnapps straight from the bottle in the basement of someone’s house I didn’t know. I walked the streets all night with a friend nightly, often barefoot, hiding in ditches when we saw car lights headed our way, to avoid being snatched and assaulted. I met strange men in person that I’d only ever talked to online, a lot of the time I’d only ever spoken to them once. One time I ended up at someone’s apartment and found a gun under the pillow on their bed. I kept visiting him. I went to a news reporter’s home, by myself, with his cameraman, and he filmed me in his living room. He thankfully didn’t chop me up into small pieces and bury me in his backyard. He could have. (It’s still weird to see his face on the news.) I tried so fucking hard to be liked. I did...
Show Up, Be You, Get Paid

Show Up, Be You, Get Paid

Show Up, Be You, Get Paid, Make A Difference, Change The World With Your Worlds, And Live Life On Your Terms. Let go of your idea of perfect. Perfect doesn’t exist. Just start. Just go. Just leap! Your wings will appear before you hit the ground, as they always do. Think about the last time you leapt and took a risk on something. It all worked out the way it was supposed to, right? You didn’t die. You didn’t end up homeless. Your life wasn’t ruined. Your wings appear on the flight down. They can’t be created before you jump. Remember: The perfect you is the imperfect you. Perfection is scary to us, anyway. You seem fake. You seem like you’re trying WAY too hard. Trust me, we can tell that you are. And no one likes that. It’s a total turn-off. We will see your phony perfection and run in the other direction, FAR away from you. You need to be relatable if you ever want anyone to pay attention to, listen to, buy from, you. And your imperfections allow you to do that.  Seeking perfection stalls you – Holds you back – Pins you down. Allow the message to flow, as it must. Do the work which is inspired, not which you think is a “must”. Ignore any thought of how things “should” be, and instead focus on the thoughts of how you FEEL you must move forward. Your thoughts and feelings will lead the way, and they always lead you the right way, if you are following the flow. Trusting your GUT. Listening to and acting...