I've been thinking about how fear has shaped my life for the good and the bad. I recently told my mom, "I wish you didn't live with so much fear." And I've been sitting with the weight of this statement ever since.

I'm wrapping up the latest updates for @techbychoice.org site before we move it to open source, and omg, I'll never make the mistakes I made on this project ever again. Writing this app has been 1000x easier.

When I pull the hair off my face I 100% look like Mr. Potato Head. Same shade and all lmfao

I feel like my face is shaped like a potato. And I love potatoes, so this makes sense.

Having siblings 20+ years older I learned that I would feel like this at different points in my life but living through it for the 2nd time is wild. During my last quarter-life crisis I started a nonprofit. Let's see what happens this time around 🫠

Either way I feel pretty lost, and I have no clue what to do except for book a flight to bail and say fuck it all 🫠

I'm pretty sure all of this is wrapped up in the grief I'm still navigating over a few family members, bs at work, and living in this pandemic. But knowing where all of this could be coming from doesn't help me move through it.

I feel like I'm in the same mental space I was in when I was 25. I felt like I was having a quarter life crisis because my lifestyle didn't match most of my friend group. I thought getting older would solve this, but it's just made the gap bigger 🥹

These people, and a few others, have no clue how much they have shaped my life with their words. I'm pretty sure they don't remember saying these things to me.

There are a few things people have told me over the years that have stuck with me. Shameela told me not to let people take my sunshine. Martin told me not to be sad about things that once made me smile Todd told me we don't die with our dead