little cherub

To which, I've argued that I'm raising Jack to express himself. Jack is already bullied for being autistic and nonverbal. Jack is going to be bullied for the rest of his life merely because people are unwilling to acknowledge his existence as equal to their own.

Jack is a rowdy little boy but he's also extremely sensitive and nurturing, deeply intuitive and in touch with his feminine side. I want to raise him to make all of these his strengths. There is nothing wrong with feminine boys and putting no pressure on the gender spectrum.

So flex, Jackie. Shine as bright as you can. Lizzo would be proud of you and that's all that matters.

People like to talk about my failures, which of course as you can imagine, made me cringe with anxiety knowing people knew how far I had fallen from grace.

However, lately I've been viewing my failed business attempts and relationships as just efforts. The journey isn't over when life falls apart, you're supposed to take your bad experiences and apply them to the next effort, taking note on how you can attack your goals differently.

I think of all the books I've written with bad reviews and sale flops, shops I've opened that I couldn't keep up with, proclamations of stories I was writing for them to never come into frutation because I was manic when I made my declarations and didn't follow through. I was really ashamed of that for a long time. I have beaten myself up more times than I can count for my flawed efforts.

And isn't that a little ridiculous? Because, I mean, if I saw someone like me on my feed trying I would admire them with my whole heart because they were trying to follow their dreams. I wouldn't hyper focus on each monetary failure. I would still be rooting them on as long as they followed their soul and kept producing art that services their happiness.

If I can do that for all the strangers on my friend's list, why the hell am I not feeding myself with that same kind of energy?