This post has been sitting as a draft in my archive for almost a year. It is one of several that I just couldn’t bring myself to publish – but now is the time. I’m is who I’m is… take it or leave it. Curse words and all.

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When you write about your life, you have to be willing to be honest – or you have to be good at pretending. And I’m not 100% sure which one I used to be. I don’t know if the old me was the real version of who I was or the lie I was telling myself. But ultimately it doesn’t matter. Because I know who I am right now, and I think I’m starting to know who I want to be.

I’m 30. And I’m no longer the same woman.

Adulthood feels a lot darker than I expected – and even the good parts are so much more raw and ordinary than I thought they’d be. When I step back and look at my life as a narrative, I can’t believe it feels like a normal life as I live it. Is everyone else really going through all this same shit?

But see, I’m also a brander. I understand marketing, and I’ve marketed this blog to a specific audience – one who has followed me through one hell of a journey up to this point. I love these readers, followers, and supporters. I know who they think I am and who they have found inspiration in. But I’m not her anymore.

I can’t gloss over the curse words and sex and angst in my soul anymore.

I don’t know if the life I’m living right now is glamorous or glorious or even all that adult. I spend most of my day scared, confused, and numb to the outside world.

But something is changing inside of me, and I feel like I’m shedding old skin and a whole lot of falsehoods.

I’ve been hiding from this blog for too long, afraid I would offend and probably a little afraid to admit to myself who I am. I’ve spent so much of my life painting on a smile – being kind rather than honest, and that wears on an artist’s soul.

No more marketing. Just raw reality.

Take it or fucking leave it.

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