

🖤My birthday is tomorrow...
Hoping for it to be a good day but not trying to get my hopes up and then feel disappointed. I’ll be 31. I just want a good day, without as much of the stress and worry consuming everything from the state of the world (shambles, disarray, war on the horizon) and the difficulty of finding a new home again and attempting to find family here in Hawaii. Everything has been in rebuild mode: relationships (left many and dealing with the sting of loneliness while taking time to find and establish new healthy ones), my career (left the kitchen jobs and tutoring jobs behind and trying to learn how to take hold of my own path and now make money doing what I’m truly passionate about (fully embracing my sexuality and kinks and liberating and empowering others to do the same, modeling, performing, dancing, making art- oracle tarot cards, sigil tattoos, and especially assisting people to heal themselves: group therapy/one on one counseling and teaching what I’ve learned about self-love and codependency recovery and alcoholism recovery and healing from childhood abuse and abusive relationships). It’s not been an easy journey but I’ve been making so many changes to my mindset on relationships and my self-esteem (I still struggle so much but have come a very long way from where I began with my body dysmorphia). My note to self: Don’t despair when looking at the state of your life on this day. Hold onto that mustard seed of hope for the future you desire: know that you have been doing a lot of inner work/shadow work and growing and because of that, new experiences with new challenges await you. I look forward to eventually reaping what I’ve sown from all that I’ve firmly planted within this last year.