I’d love to be able to blame the chaos and struggle of 2018 on Trump but I can’t. I mean, I probably could. Based on what I read on social media, you can pretty much blame EVERYTHING on Donald J Trump.
But, if I’m real with myself, I have no one to blame except me. I created this mess…on some level…but why??? Whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyy…..
Let’s recap the Show of Shit that was 2018. In no particular order, I…
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hired a business coach claiming to be an ascended master reincarnate with a seat on the Council of 12 (lots more on all that later),
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experienced psychological warfare (yes, it’s a real thing that can apparently happen to real people),
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rebranded a business that didn’t need rebranding (see bullet #1),
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opened a consulting business with my con man business coach,
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traveled to LA to meet my con man business coach in person and was black magic gypsy mind fucked (dude.),
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worked on a project to build an artificial intelligence platform that was all about mind control (that’s right, I said mind control),
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hired two chefs to open a restaurant that never happened,
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invested in a manuscript for a movie that hopefully never happens (again, see bullet #1 and #2),
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experienced a level of exhaustion that can only be compared to being a lead zombie in The Walking Dead,
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lost all ability to feel joy and the desire to consume much more than Vega shakes at every meal (food is our most intimate relationship and a reflection of mental health),
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was fired and repeatedly threatened to be fired by my business coach for not working hard enough (say what?!? I hired you, MFer!),
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finally fired said business coach after realizing he was a con man and working with black magic and using psychological mind control techniques (really can’t make this shit up, folks),
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shut down my newly rebranded business because it was built on the advice of a con man,
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paid my ex, Mr. Not-so-fucking Universe, to go big bang himself (y’all were right but hey, he was my karma card),
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spent TWO WHOLE MONTHS puzzling and coloring because I couldn’t manage to do anything else after dealing with all that above shit and needed to re-wire my brain,
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sold my house and moved out of the state I had lived in my entire life.
And those were just the big things that come to mind.
So you can see why I can’t really blame Trump. My shit show of a year was personal. But with a few months into the new year and almost 500 miles, I have all the perspective I need to see how beautiful (and necessary) all those experiences were. And that’s what I plan to share. Partially for those that are interested in a behind the scenes scoop, but mainly because writing is how I work things out and let them go.
So grab some popcorn and your favorite blanket and let’s unpack the shitshow that was 2018.
Oh, dear. You did have a rough year. But you know?… I’d still blame Trump. It’s just so concise to do so. I hope your 2019 is better. – Marty
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Lol!! True. You know, as rough as it sounds, it was necessary and got me here. 2019 is ah-mazing!
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I will be bringing popcorn and an energetic burn barrel to this shit show!! Seeing all this packed together in one post is pretty effed.
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