Can I not fake it and still make it?

Welcome! So…this is a blog. To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t see coming, being a blogger that is. You could say this is the lemonade that I am attempting to squeeze out of the lemons that my lifeboat ran over after it crashed down a waterfall plummeting into jagged rocks causing its engine to forcefully exploded into a fiery blaze.

Alright that might be a tad overdramatic. But I was not expecting to be a single 32-year-old, living alone in the basement of a random family’s house, working a job that doesn’t pay nearly what my education level merits and isolated from my friends and family in the middle of a big fat global pandemic. So, when the desire to start talking to myself grew concerning enough, I decided it was time to redirect my increasing mental instability and impose it on unsuspecting strangers like yourself who happen to stumble across this page instead. You are welcome!

In truth, though this blog was ignited from the spark of boredom, the contents have been smouldering in my mind for years. The topic that has been rubbing me like an unwanted rash for years can be summed up by one questions:

Why are humans being so fake?

Why do we aspire to be blonde, thin, hairless, tanned, wrinkle free and rich? What is up with the airbrushing, the filters and the plastic surgery? Why is it not OK to show your emotions, to have any type of differing ability or be on a path that does not end in one husband, one wife, two children in a house surrounded by a white picket fence? It’s frustrating, restricting, debilitating and also down right dangerous!

So, I’ve decided to blog. My intention is to share my own open and honest thoughts and stories in hopes that it brings normalcy to someone else. I also find liberation in the thought of sharing the things that I have been told not to be, but cannot help but be anything else.

I don’t want to have to “fake it” until I make it, I just want it to be OK for me to be exactly who I am.

And to do it while feeling shame free.