Digital Newborn

So yeah — I know I have a unique voice. I know I’m onto something. Do I think it’s perfect? Hell no. Half the time I post something and immediately want to throw my phone into traffic. But I do it anyway. Because apparently “growth” is a thing we’re supposed to chase.

Each story flows a little easier, each post feels a little less cringe… but let’s be honest, this shit is hard. You have to really want it. Like, “argue with Canva at 2am” kind of want it.

I took a break from social media to protect my peace. And oh, I protected it so much that now I’m basically a digital newborn. Just a grown-ass baby with a dream and a broken algorithm.

Being 35 and starting this adventure? Not for the delicate. I’m not some 20-year-old who can bat her lashes and get a book deal because she lip-synced next to a ring light. I’m out here trying to make people notice my sentences.

And I’ll never stop writing. I do it for me. But holy hell, the internet is loud. So many voices yelling “read me!” that it feels like whispering into a leaf blower.

Maybe one day the right words will hit the right people.

For now, I show up, learn, and grow.