From People-Pleasing Puppet to Unapologetic Badass: A Manifesto

Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Weird-Ass Self

Listen up, you beautiful disasters. It's time for some real talk about the mindfuck that is "finding yourself." Spoiler alert: it's less "Eat, Pray, Love" and more "What the Fuck Have I Been Doing All These Years?"

For a decade, I've been doing the inner work. You know, the kind that makes you want to curl up in a ball and binge-watch "The Office" for the 47th time. And holy shit, did I uncover some uncomfortable truths. Turns out, I'd been playing dress-up in other people's expectations, trying to cram my square-peg self into their round-hole world. Spoiler alert: it didn't fucking work.

The Curse of the 1/3 Profile: Eternal Student, Eternal Fuckup

Now, for you Human Design nerds out there (don't worry, I'll explain for the rest of you heathens), I'm what's called a 1/3 profile. In normal people speak, that means I'm life's eternal guinea pig. I'm here to try shit, fail spectacularly, and then teach you poor souls how not to faceplant like I did. It's a glamorous life, really.

But here's the kicker: society doesn't give two shits about your "experimentation phase." No, they want you to pick a lane, become a master, and for fuck's sake, stop changing your mind every five minutes. Well, excuse me for being a human kaleidoscope of interests and disasters.

Projections, Expectations, and Other Bullshit

Oh, and did I mention the world loves to project their needs onto people like me? It's like being a human dartboard for everyone else's unfulfilled dreams and desires. "Oh, you'd be perfect at this!" they say. Yeah, perfect at hating every minute of it, Karen.

And let's not forget the cherry on top of this shit sundae: I'm a female manifestor. For the uninitiated, that's like being a unicorn... if unicorns terrified the living daylights out of insecure men and corporate drones. Yay me!

The Great Unraveling: From Fake-Ass Normal to Fabulous Freak

So there I was, making one bad decision after another. Terrible jobs? Check. Bosses from hell? Double-check. Always feeling like the odd one out? You bet your sweet ass. I'd buried my weird, freaky, glorious self so deep, I needed a fucking excavation team to find her again.

Unpacking all that garbage wasn't a walk in the park. It was more like a trudge through a landfill in six-inch heels. Every time I showed a glimmer of my true self, the world seemed to say, "Ew, put that away." No wonder I hid like my authentic self was last season's fashion disaster.

The Breaking Point: When "Normal" Can Kiss My Ass

But honey, let me tell you about the breaking point. It's that moment when you realize you'd rather set yourself on fire than play one more round of "Pretend to Be Normal." It's terrifying. It's exhilarating. It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you're about to either fly or create a very messy crime scene.

And when you finally find yourself? Holy shit. It's like coming home after a decade-long bender. Suddenly, you're not just comfortable—you're fucking unstoppable. You're standing up for yourself, you've got opinions coming out your ears, and you're about as apologetic as a cat knocking a glass off a table.

The Manifestor Manifesto: Initiating Chaos and Loving It

As a Manifestor, I'm here to stir the pot. To poke the bear. To [insert your favorite chaos metaphor here]. I might not always know what I'm diving into, but honey, when that inner voice says "jump," I ask "how high" and worry about the landing later.

I'm me now. Fully, completely, unapologetically me. It's comforting, it's healing, and it's a big middle finger to anyone who ever tried to dim my shine. I'm taking up space, I'm making noise, and I'm here to serve the world by being the most obnoxiously authentic version of myself possible.

The Best Damn Relationship You'll Ever Have

Let me tell you, this relationship with my true self? It's better than any rom-com happily-ever-after bullshit. It's messy, it's real, and it doesn't require shaving my legs or wearing uncomfortable underwear.

So, if you’re made is this far my sister of disaster-in-progress, are you ready to uncover the glorious weirdo hiding inside you? Want to tap into that higher power that's been drowning in a sea of other people's expectations?

Join me here, let's set the world on fire with our collective badassery.

Because trust me, once you go authentic, you never go back.