Yeah, I said it. “I'm going to have one fuck of a time, making this business happen in this town with my past.”
And at the moment I wrote it, I meant every word. I felt it.
But here’s the thing: that version of me — the one who wrote that — he was speaking from a place of fear, of doubt, of remembering too much of the past and not enough of the power of the present.
And I get it. I’ve lived through some heavy things. I’ve made mistakes that don’t just fade away in small towns. But if I’ve learned anything from all those years of trial, error, rebuilding, and soul-searching, it’s this:
What I focus on grows.
I’ve seen firsthand how powerful the mind can be — not just in spiraling, but in rising. I’ve manifested change in my life before, and I’ll do it again. That’s why I believe in the power of positive thinking. That’s why I believe in prayer, even if I don’t always subscribe to religion in the traditional sense. I believe in energy, in words, in intention — and I believe those things move mountains.
So no, I’m not going to sit here and pretend this will be easy.
But I am going to stop telling myself how hard it’s going to be.
Instead, I’m going to say this:
I’m going to make a sale.
I’m going to serve people.
I’m going to build something that matters — right here, in this town, with my story and my scars and my second chances.
And if my brain wants to wander into the shadows again, let it try. I’ve got light on my side this time. I’m not running from the past — but I’m sure as hell not building my future in its image either.
Let’s go.
