April 12, 2026: the art of indifference

Another Sunday, another blog post crusaders ☀️

These last few weeks have been weird. I knew my return to Georgia would be a shock to most (yes - including myself). There’s a certain je ne sais quoi (or in other words “Jenna Sais Quoi” 🤣) about returning to an environment that broke you to your core, returning to certain people, places, and things that hold a lot of negative memories and feelings… to not give the reaction that’s expected. To return and not give the crowds what they want. There’s a certain peace in seeing the disappointed looks on people’s faces when they learn of their loss.

Specific people have been removed from my life - whether it was my choice or theirs - and while it would be really easy to individually pick them apart, I leave them with this message: I’m indifferent.

I’m indifferent toward my friends who have made it obvious we aren’t friends, but keep tabs on me anyway.

I’m indifferent towards my friends who talk about me to their friends for THOSE friends to keep tabs on me.

I’m indifferent toward my family - for not living the standards that they’ve instilled on me in my lifetime.

I care about all of it, transparently.

I care too much.

That’s when it hit me - when was the last time I did something for myself? When did I start living my life for other people (my child excluded)? When did I give a f*ck about any of it? I’m choosing what chooses me (and for most, I’m choosing the block button). I’m celebrating what celebrates me. I’m going to do ✨ what makes me happy ✨ I’ll take whatever opportunity is given to me that I work toward. I’ll move mountains if I have to. This isn’t a “I told you so”…. This is a “watch me do it despite what you say.”

Here’s three things that make me happy:

New music Fridays (stream Broadside’s Nowhere, At Last album released Friday!), childhood movies, being my puppy’s person.

Stay Blessed,

Starshine ✨