Little Buggy

DO I HAVE TOO MUCH FREE TIME???

 I often wonder...what the fuck am I doing writing on the internet? There’s so much conflicting energy out there. Everything is "permanent." You leave yourself open for criticism.     Scary

I've always lived in my own world. Since I was a little girl, I created my own happy place    in my head, in my heart. Some say, "trauma response, blah blah blah" But more than anything, I have always felt free.

I was my own first best friend. Maybe that’s why I love writing here—this silly little space feels like my inner world brought to life. It makes me happy. It’s all I ever wanted. As long as I have me, I am loved. Outside of my mother, I am my biggest advocate.

That kind of love keeps my heart burning—big, bright, and boundless. I’ve had this fire in me since the beginning, and it feels so right. Doubt? That just fuels me. Every moment is an opportunity to be more me. I’m not searching for an end or an answer. I’m not here to fix or fold for life.

As I live, my dreams unfold right before my eyes. I pour into myself, and it overflows into the world around me.

This morning, I started my day doubting myself. Wondering if I’ve just been some ridiculous character my entire life. But after sitting with myself...really sitting—I remembered:

This is all part of the plan.

I live so that I can learn. My biggest dream? To be ME. Always. That is the ultimate privilege. I hope everyone feels liberated enough to live as their fullest self. And one thing I remind myself: Everyone’s "full self" looks different. Just because I live loud doesn’t mean others are holding back. People operate differently.

So I’m going to worry about me.

The only thing I do want to contribute? Creating spaces where people feel safe enough to be themselves. To exist freely. That’s something I want to work on, and writing it down makes it real.