Today I chew on the very real hate that gets projected on me and my little family. Raising three children is no easy feat in this world. I don’t leave them with friends and family. I don’t utilize day care or public school. I’ve embarked on this journey ultimately deciding to do it all my self. The struggle to forge a new way, a different way, is real. I’m not impressed by the status quo. I see a multitude of issues every way we could go. I’ve hunkered down and I’ve made this role my life’s work now.
It creates division - to say the very least. When once I lived my life by a creed to inspire I now find that the paths I choose are terrifying. What do you mean you just relax at home? How can you let your kids actually be individuals? Isn’t there more problems?
Don’t get me wrong. This choice of life was intentional. I was married and it was horrible. All the things that should’ve been weren’t and all the worst things that could happen did. Except death. Once again I beat that.
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It’s funny to boomerang back to the beginning of this content. So free. So inspired. Life on the road. An open book to the world and to my self.
Most of these posts were written in coffee shops the bulk of which existed in So Cal. Encinitas to be exact. I was new to drinking coffee then. How I paid my cents for every refill.
That was when I had an actual laptop. Plugged in. Connected to a password for their Wi-Fi. Starbucks most often.
How this world has changed.
