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 😂

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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…

Frozen pizza tonight because I’m exhausted. Put all the ricotta on one half because my daughter hates it. Real. Fucking. Life. 🍕 Just out here living the larp! 🫡

Today makes a full week school has been out due to a teachers strike. I’ve been helping out a some of my friends with childcare because not everyone can take this much time off or can work from home. So, three extra kids in the house. I feel for the households where taking several days off can mean missing a payment or even cost them their job. That’s most people. Yes even in two parent households. Hate to break it to some of y’all but in real life, not everyone has the luxury of choosing to not work. Idealistic philosophies only go so far when you need a roof over your head in a good school district and to put decent food on the table for the children you love. People’s circumstances aren’t always political statements or even reflective of their ideals. They’re a result of (hopefully) doing the best you possibly can with what you have. I‘ve always prioritized working from home so I can drop my daughter off in the morning and be the one who picks her up from school every day at 2, so we can be together for the rest of the day. What do other families do after school is done when they’re still at work? What do other single parents do who are working until 6? Truly, I see you. I wouldn’t be able to have the life I have without my community. It’s the biggest reason I haven’t left Portland, despite being otherwise over it here. I don’t care about the wide network of social acquaintances and party friends. I’ve got a solid community of real, beautiful friendships that have been strengthened over many years of time. We’ve watched each others children grow up, we’ve seen each other through boyfriends, weddings, divorces, surgeries, moves, breakdowns and breakthroughs. No matter what your situation is, the importance and even necessity of having quality, sincere friendships cannot be overstated. It’s one thing to socialize and connect and another thing when you’ve got to choose between your kids and your job. Who shows up for you then? Online friendships and virtual communities are legitimately important, I think, and are very real in their impact on us. That said, there are only so many ways virtual connections can offer support and people can only know you to a certain extent. You can know someone online for 10 years and even meet them a few times and still not really know them or their lives. Hell, you can know someone in real life or be related to someone for 10 years and still not really know them. Real friendships are actually a non bullshit example of the proof of work metaphor. They can’t be bought, they can only be earned. You can’t larp your way through them. Time reveals truth. I’m grateful for what I can do for mine, and what they have done for me. Even as I sit here listening to what sounds like the ceiling about to fall in on me as the kids are doing god knows what upstairs. Few things feel as good as full house.

I saw this on Instagram and Google’d to see if it was real because, what? Imagine the layers of broken involved in doing this with your day to day life 🤔 On the other hand I bet he’s expert tier at excel spreadsheets 😂

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Serial dater Takashi Miyagawa, 39, has been arrested in Japan after seeing 35 different people at the same time and receiving gifts and cards from ...

This is happening to my favorite zip up hoodie and I’ll never throw it out. gfy 🫶

This many years old

Sometimes it’s startling to see how big she is… 🫶 Time is truly the most scarce of all things… Been stacking since she was just one year old. All of it, everything I do… is for her. #proofofwork #fafo

No filter necessary. This is what a 44 year old woman and mother who doesn’t need saving looks like. Best wishes, babes. I have high hopes for y’all…