To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
Drunk man breaks into dog shelter after losing his own dog to cancer.
Staff thought it was a robbery when cameras caught him walking through the kennel aisle after midnight. The dogs were wide awake, watching him from behind the gates, and no one knew what he was doing there.
Then another camera showed him curled up on the floor, surrounded by dogs.
Police say he had been drinking that night after his dog died the week before. Nothing was stolen. No animals were hurt. He was arrested for breaking in, but shelter workers said the footage was hard to watch.
He didn’t come for money. He came because he missed his dog.
If any of you pro lifers get tape worms you better suck it up and be a good host, because tape worms have a heartbeat and feel pain. It deserves a choice and it chose you to be its mother.
Falling in love isn’t always a sudden drop. Sometimes it’s a slow accumulation of evidence. A hundred tiny moments that eventually become impossible to ignore.
I’ve only been dating this man for a little over a month, so we’re still very much in the “getting to know each other” stage.
But last week was the anniversary of my grandmother’s passing. She practically raised me, and every year that day hits harder than I expect. I had mentioned it to him in passing a few days earlier.
That morning, he texted and asked how I was holding up.
I told him I’d be okay. Truthfully, I was trying to keep it together. I had work, errands, and a million things to do. No time to sit with my feelings.
A little later he asked if there was anything he could do.
Jokingly, I said,
“Honestly? A good cup of coffee would fix at least 10% of my problems today.”
He laughed and didn’t respond for a while.
I figured he got busy.
About an hour later, there was a knock at my door.
A delivery driver was standing there holding a coffee from my favorite café and a small paper bag with a slice of cheesecake.
Attached was a note that said:
“You don’t have to have a good day today. Just a manageable one.”
Y’all…
this man understood women. wow. she’s not even sexualized as she’s naked, she’s just existing as most of us do: random fondling of body parts, weird pose, stomach rolls and a messy environment. he does not attempt to make her this sexualized ideal like so much other nude art does
I went on a date yesterday with this guy, and for the first time in my life, I didn't feel like I had to mask my ADHD until my brain short-circuited.
I showed up 15 minutes late because I spent 20 minutes looking for the sunglasses that were literally propping up my hair.
I walked in ready to give my "I’m so sorry, I’m a mess" speech, but he just smiled and handed me a water. "Don’t worry," he said. "The restaurant isn't going anywhere, and now you’re here."
The menu overwhelmed me instantly, and instead of rushing me, he just said, “The sensory input in here is a lot, huh? Let’s just order the best appetizers and skip the big decision.” I didn’t have to explain why my brain suddenly froze over something as simple as picking food.
Later, I went on a long rant about period dramas, caught myself talking too much, and stopped mid-sentence. He looked at me and said, “Wait, don’t stop. I was invested.” Somehow, for the first time ever, I didn’t feel “too much” or “all over the place.” I just felt understood.
Somebody said “The love you receive from someone who knows how to be alone is the most sincere there is.
A solitary soul loves you by choice, not out of a need for company.” and that’s so true.