It’s fucking W I L D.

Quite often, I forget how old I really am. Do you?

I was 27, just yesterday (at least it feels like it). I was stressing out, wondering if Babe Co. (formerly Metal Marvels) would be successful. I was falling in love, believing it would be forever. I was, unfortunately, still believing societal timelines + bullshit.

Here I am, almost 39 (WTF??!!)

Weirdly enough, I don’t mind getting older. I just wish it would slow the fuck down.

I get sad that I won’t see my kid’s entire life. However, I truly want him to outlive me + live such a big, wonderful life, even when I’m gone. I have big dreams for our lives + our future. I yearn for things to sloooooow down.

Do you feel that way?

It’s the double-edged sword of being alive, am I right?
At some point, we’re not anymore.

Aging “gracefully”?

I never thought I’d be the person embracing gray hair, but I fucking love the chunk I have which only happened because of my kid. Not in that way, well maybe partially, haha. But the spot on each side where my hair thinned after having him, all grew back gray. I purposely have my stylist not touch them, because I love it.

On the flip, I just recently got botox. Not 100% for lines and wrinkles, but also because my eyebrows naturally sit low, I keep them slightly raised all day. The goal with my botox is to raise them, so I don’t have to myself, further cause lines and wrinkles.

I am a firm believer in doing whatever the fuck you want to your face. If you want giant overfilled lips, do you, boo. If you want to do nothing and age as intended, go on babe. It’s your life!

I refuse to live the time I am here, any other way than the way I fucking want to, where I want, with whomever I want to love (or single AF), doing what’s best for my kid for as long as I’m alive.

I dunno, a random ramble to remind you (and myself) to live your life for you.

Do what’s best for you.

Do what makes you happy.

That’s all. 🫶🏼