What’s beautiful about bitcoin is it removes the trust variable, simplifying what complicates almost everything else. In this regard, it’s the most pure thing we have.

I grew up in an abusive home, causing me to be placed in foster care and group homes at various points of my childhood. From the earliest years I learned that I could not count on my mother, the system, or anyone else to save me. I refused to stay in either environment until turning 18. I got legally emancipated as a teenager, which is not exactly easy or common. Looking back, I still have no idea where I got the strength to do this. I had zero self esteem and despite how smart I might have been I was still just a child. I just knew that I’d be destroyed if I didn’t seize control over my life. So I did. I saved myself. I never had the luxury as a girl to consider whether I wanted to be a traditional woman or a working woman. I’m truly not sure what path I’d have chosen for myself if not for my circumstances. I just did what I somehow instinctively knew I had to to survive. Nothing has been handed to me, ever. I started off with so many disadvantages, yet never have I ever let them define me or limit my potential. There are so many things I experienced and saw that shaped me, some even misshaped me. At the same time this gave me a heightened awareness of certain truths that some people never awaken to. I chose to be responsible for myself when I had no idea what that would even really mean. I worked harder for every step, weighted down by the burden of my situation. Over years, decades of time… I have worked to try to identify red flags in myself and others, because when you grow up surrounded by red flags as an adult they just look like… flags. There are survival mechanisms I created to protect myself and get through what I endured that I’ve seen no longer serve me well as an adult. I really do my best to resolve those things, and I have truly seen myself grow profoundly over time. There are things I will always have to work on consciously too. Healing work can never undo trauma, but it can give you awareness and skills to overcome the symptoms of trauma. I still struggle with cptsd, mainly when in circumstances that parallel the abuse I experienced. My circumstances also instilled in me inherent feelings of not being good enough, deserving, lovable. They’ve left me with a constant mellow sense of shame around things that were not even at all my fault. These insecurities cause me to show up as a naive people pleaser in situations where I'm emotionally vulnerable. It's an unfortunate truth that this desperation for being truly loved and accepted makes me an ideal target for exploitative people. As an adult, there are so many ways my beginnings have made me a strong, direct, brassy person. There is also a very weak, vulnerable, pathetic side of me that is dumb as fuck about certain things. All this said, it was my proven resilience that gave me the strength to be a mother on my own. I knew I would do anything and everything it took to raise her with all the love, protection, and validation I never had. From the day I found out I was pregnant there was never a question as to whether or not I would keep her or could do it on my own. I always knew I wanted to be a mother, and when I look at this incredible, whip smart and witty, friendly and curious, kind and loving child I know that for all my flaws and hangups… I'm doing an amazing job. You never know someone's story until you really know them. I've taken things that break people, statistically, and turned them (mostly), into gifts. None of us are infallible, but I am proud of who I am. Be careful how you judge people you don’t really know.

One of the best monologues from one of the best movies. Period. “Tell me… am I lying?”

Stuffed cabbage tonight 🥬 This isn’t the most visually appealing when served but… trust me, it’s phenomenal. ✨👌 #foodstr

Bless those with the jump to recipe button

DYOR bitcoiners: Dudes in the group chat so it must be true 😂

She’s so cool tbh 😎😍 View quoted note →

We’re two weeks into the teacher strike, so I finally caved and got her a skateboard.

hbd 🥳

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IDK who needs to hear this but single people over 40, especially those with children, are not and should not be playing by the same dating rules as those looking to start a family. My biological clock isn’t ticking. I’m not counting on a partnership to provide me a nice life. I’m looking for a partner, not to adopt another dependent. At this point, you need to be adding more than you’re taking or what you’re taking from is my child, whether that be energy, money, emotional capacity… Don’t feel bad about yourself for not having the same playbook as someone else. In fact, feel good about it. There’s no one size fits all path to happiness or success. If you’re going to take relationship advice from anyone, take it from someone who’s been in a successful marriage for 10 to 20 years. Don’t take parenting advice from someone who has no kids, etc. There are certainly things to learn from these people, but when you are in a different era of life you’re playing a very different game. It’s not a feminist take to want *at least* an equal at this point. It’s an ROI calculation as head of household and the person truly responsible for another life. You know best what is good enough for you and yours.

Mothers don’t argue with children, we raise them.

Don’t let conformity kill your creativity. 🫶

I’m not an expert on history. I’m not religious. I’m not the one who can debate well on either front. But I know what I’m seeing in front of me with my own two eyes. It is inarguably, ethically wrong by all standards of decency for anyone, least of all a people that experienced the murdering of millions of their own to do anything, ever, for any reason that could remotely be considered genocide. The use of that term at all in the narrative should be a wound itself causing every party involved to ensure it stops. It’s somehow worse because of this, to me. It’s the most morally corrupt, ethically confusing thing I think I’ve ever seen in my lifetime. The dissonance of it…