“What’s up with AHA?!” “Hey did AHA stop?” “What happened to your t-shirt company?!” “Are you going to make kids clothing?”

Weekly if not daily, I get these questions. For the past two years it’s tore at my soul, my very fabric. I failed. I drove my baby into…

I wrote 5,595 words. I spent a week writing 5,595 words. 10 pages of words. 10 pages of grammar and spelling mistakes, 10 pages of vunerability, of honesty of praise and thanks and apologies. I could’ve wrote 50 pages more.

I wish when I was younger, someone told me the future world I would live in. I wish they had told me to be unapologetic. To never discount myself with an apology, but to inspire to find more like myself. Because in 2018, everyone should be unapologetic.

It’s weird to think I’ve had an almost daily diary documenting the last 12 years of my life yet it still feels new. Or at least it did until this last year. I was an early adopter of social media, so much so that I spoofed that I went to a university just to get an account before it…

It could be worse…

Sometimes you just hit a streak, sometimes of luck, sometimes of misery. It’s a roll of the dice, over and over again. Sometimes you’re keeping the table alive, the pit boss is ordering you shots, strangers are hugging you with every 4,6,8 you roll. Other times you watch your stack of chips shrink minute…