This is more of a warning than a post.
I’m not picking a niche.
I’m not sticking to one topic.I don’t know how the fuck to do that – I’m a Swiss army knife too – a little bit of useful for everywhere but not an expert in anything other than being maybe a bit of a bitch or walking away. Good news for me – most people don’t see the full picture these days and it’s been part of my life. I missed 20% of it until a few years ago and that 20% is a total bitch…
It’s the thing that makes me “crazy” something to always laugh about but it’s also awful. Ignorance is bliss, people kind of suck and I was naive to believe the best in most.
I’m not curating an aesthetic. Everyone gets old and wrinkly. I dropped out of college at 20 because I was making more than teachers – let’s look at that process a bit maybe? So I’m not a written educator. The older you get the more you realize most people suck – my biggest benefit is I understand boundaries to respect you while simultaneously understanding atonomy to know you make your choices and I make mine, and Im kind of smart so I realize only2 people know the truth of a relationship or interaction, but I’m also very opinionated.
I like to learn things the hard way. By doing it.
I’m just going to talk about whatever is sitting in my brain that day.
And my brain?
It doesn’t stay in one lane.
I’m almost 40, I’ve lived a lot of lives, and I think about a lot of different things. I don’t want to force myself into pretending I only care about one category just because that’s what “blogging” looks like now. It’s stupid. It’s fake. And I don’t have the energy to perform for strangers.
I want a place where I can actually think out loud.
So that’s what this is.
What I mean by “everywhere”
Some days I’m thinking about identity and why humans have no idea who they are outside their jobs.
Some days I’m thinking about skin care and why moisturizer feels like doing the bare minimum for my face’s survival.
Some days I’m thinking about loneliness, or why making friends at this age feels like interviewing for an unpaid internship.
Some days I want to talk about Vegas, which is its own ecosystem of chaos and quiet weirdness.
Some days I’m thinking about my past — addiction, rehab, moving 30+ times, divorces, all the plot twists.
Some days I’m thinking about work, hiring, firing, corporate nonsense, and how people destroy their own careers.
And some days… nothing. Just brain static.
It’s all connected in its own way, but I’m not pretending it’s going to be neatly organized. My mind has never worked like that. I jump topics because that’s how life feels — layered, messy, and happening all at once.
If you’re here, that’s what you’re getting
Not tidy lessons.
Not motivational speeches.
Not “here’s my expertise in one narrow category.”
I want to write about real things people don’t talk about — the inner thoughts, the contradictions, the questions we all have but keep in our heads because we don’t want to seem dramatic or weird or too much.
I spend a lot of time wondering how people actually think.
Not what they do — how they tick.
How people make decisions.
What shapes them.
Why they see the world the way they do.
I want to understand people, and I want to understand myself at the same time.
So I’m going to be everywhere.
If that sounds messy, good.
Life is messy.
People are messy.
You’re messy.
I’m messy.
You don’t have to follow every post. Pick what resonates and skip what doesn’t. I’m treating this like a running log of the things I’m trying to figure out before I hit 40 and whatever comes after.
That’s the whole point.
There is no point.
I just want a place to think.