I Hope Y’all Missed Me

What a journey these past few days have been. I have totally missed doing my Weird Shit Blogs. I hope you guys have missed them too because life has been fucking nuts.

I had three days to pack my upstairs apartment and get everything moved into my first-floor apartment. I literally can’t believe this is happening, y’all.

Back in January 2024, I saw this apartment complex and said, “That’s our next home. That’s going to be safety, security, and luxury all built into one. Somehow, some way, some shape, some form, I’m going to move us in there.”

Back then, I had no idea how I was going to do it or when I was going to be able to, but somehow I made it happen in July 2024.

Back then, I had just launched a brand-new business, not knowing what the hell I was doing again. It was something I swore I would never do because I had totally let everything go to take care of my dying dad back in 2018. Then, 50 weeks to the day later, my fiancé passed away.

My life was a fucking mess.

I went and worked for somebody else, and all I did was continue to feel stuck. I kept looping, I kept shrinking, and I kept feeling like I didn’t belong because I’m a free spirit. I didn’t belong working for someone else.

What I’ve realized over the past few years is that I’m meant to be a leader. I’m so much better at building other people up and helping them become successful than I am at helping myself.

That’s how we got to where we’re at today. I continued listening to that gut instinct, and somehow it has never steered me wrong, even when other people thought I was absolutely crazy. Choosing temporary homelessness for a dream and a vision? Most people would’ve thought I lost my mind.

Through all the positive chaos, I know where I came from. I know my roots. I’ve always wanted so much better for my kid and to show him that no matter what, you can fucking do it. You can do the impossible because impossible is temporary.

You might have to work ten times harder than somebody else, but it’s not a competition. It’s your journey. It’s your world.

And as y’all know, if you’ve been following me, my son’s been working overnights. Sunday morning, he left to go to his dad’s house—the man he calls Dad, who came into his life when he was six months old and raised him as his own. They spent Father’s Day together, went out to Back to the 50’s, and then he spent the night at his house.

That meant I had two nights home alone in my new place.

This might sound like I’m a bad mom, but I was so grateful and thankful for the peace and quiet. I got so much shit done, and I wasn’t as easily agitated or irritated.

It is so hard raising an autistic kid who needs constant direction and redirection. As much as I love him, I don’t think I realized how badly I needed a couple days to focus on myself, the move, and everything else I have going on.

Which, speaking of Father’s Day, made me miss my dad so much.

If y’all have been following along, you know my dad was one of my best friends. We grew through some fucked-up shit together. My dad was a stubborn-ass man, but I was the light that showed him things could be different. Before my dad passed away, he really did start changing.

And then, can you fucking believe it? I literally have my first employee.

It’s so bizarre to me because I absolutely love her.

I had someone tell me recently that I’m the perfect version of a woman. Not because I’m perfect, but because I’m authentic, and I create safe places for other people to be their authentic selves.

I remind people that we’re only human. We can go from a really deep conversation to laughing, to crying, all within ten minutes because that’s what humans do. Our brains jumble around and jump from one thing to another.

I’m happy, loyal, and I get shit done.

I’m the person who still shows up for other people, and I’m so grateful that I’ve finally found a tribe that’s starting to show up for me too.

Friday night and Saturday, a client helped me move for a few hours. My mom and brother stopped by too, and my brother helped move the couch with one of his friends.

Thank God, because that fucker is heavy, and there is absolutely no way I could have moved it by myself.

Then again, I probably would’ve figured it out because little Miss Independent, who struggles to rely on other people, always finds a way to get shit done.

At the end of the day, after spending time with me and my family, a client said something that hit me really deep.

She said, “You totally broke the DNA. You’re so different. You’re so positive. You’re so full of love and light, and you don’t hold anything against your family. You love them unconditionally anyway.”

She told me she could see everything.

She said, “I saw how they treat you. I saw how they make you feel like you’re both a trophy and an inconvenience at the same time. I’m so sorry you had to grow up that way and go through all of that.”

Then she looked at me and said, “And yet here you are. You’re still this amazing woman just doing the best you can with what you have, and you still have nothing but love in your heart for your mom and your brother.”

That hit.

That really hit.

No wonder I’m up in my feels tonight.

Oh, and I almost forgot the funniest part.

I had to put some work orders in for the new place, and the young maintenance guy thought my son and I were brother and sister.

I laughed and said, “Dude, my kid is 21. I’m pretty sure I’m getting close to being old enough to be your mom.”

His jaw literally dropped.

I said, “Sir, would you like me to help you pick that up?”

He goes, “I had no idea.”

I said, “Thank you for the compliment. I really needed that boost today.”

Because moving is overwhelming, the weather has been weird, and let’s be real, I struggle when the sun doesn’t shine.

So now I’m sitting in my pretty new bathroom, getting everything set up, finally able to take a deep breath and enjoy the fact that I survived another chapter of positive chaos.

And I thought to myself, we have got to get the Weird Shit Blog going tonight.

I’ve missed it.

I hope y’all have missed me too.