I haven’t touched this blog in over two years. What can I say has really changed in that time? I turned 25 and felt my frontal lobe click into place and suddenly realized all my problems are my own damn fault! Then I turned 26 having fixed none of them. Still, the sun continues to rise and set. In 2022 I launched Slutty Garage , my literal baby that I birthed from my loins . Understandably, I’ve put most of my energy into my baby for the past fourteen months. I haven’t stopped writing, I’ve just stopped pub
What I have read back is my 2021 post about my years involved with YWAM Perth, On Being In A Cult. I stand by what I said there. However, I followed it up with some promises about writing more on the topic, which I have not done. The truth is, I wasn’t exactly ready to open that can of worms. In 2021 I was less than six years removed from my time in the program. I was desperate to heal a wound I didn’t even understand. I am glad I didn’t continue publishing stories about YWAM. It would have hurt too much. O
This year, I have been trying to write a book. I have also been trying to keep Slutty Garage afloat on my personal dime while acting as creative director, editor, designer, and distributor. I could outsource more of the work but I loooooove the control. Perhaps as a response to my lack of control over my situation for most of my life? Or maybe just because I am a Virgo. I’ve also been grueling myself with some of life’s hardest questions, like, Do I want to be a career bartender forever? Do I want to go bac