Jupiter Dae

The past 3 years have been such a wild ride. Like, I can't even quite put into words all the things I want to say right now because it is just so much. So maybe I'll free write. And you can read it if you want. I've had a passion for blogging and writing in general since I was little, and blogging was a hobby that I was highly engaged in for years. And then for a while I went inward. And every single time I've tried to push out of my shell a bit, something happens that makes me not want to blog. I don't get it. I've thought and thought about it. My first motives for blogging stemmed from wanting a community. That quickly turned into monetizing my blog while trying to spread my opinions and "information" in a very niche community. That got boring really quickly, and plus, science happened to me LOL and all the old stuff I was writing and talking about (Jesus and "crunchy living") just...lost their glimmer. I got tired of being an "a...

A year ago I started going by the name "JD". I wanted to try out a name that was not attached to my childhood and the trauma I experienced growing up. I thought of a lot of names, and finally decided on the letters JD. This partially grew from wanting to somehow include my biological father's last name into mine somehow - since I missed out on growing up with my dad and step-mom, and today they are the supportive parents I always wish I had. That's where the J came from. And the D is my given middle name - Dae. This name is really special to me because it is also my grandma's middle name, and my grandparents are literally the epitome of love and grace. The kind of people who tell you constantly "I will always love you, no matter what." I get asked a lot what JD stands for. And explaining how I landed on JD is awkward and usually doesn't make sense to people. Why is my name backwards? Why did I choose a last name for my first name? Etc. The quest...

I have totally lost count of how many blogs I've started and then let go over the past 13 years. I started blogging when I was 14 and kept up with it religiously until a few years ago when I felt that what I wanted to share was not...good enough. Or something like that. The urge has been there consistently since I stopped, but every time I would try to start again there was something there that said that I wasn't real enough, wasn't interesting enough, wasn't good enough. But whatever. Those voices are still there; they'll probably never go away. What I do know is that I desire and crave a creative space that feels like my own. As a person who usually feels like they don't fit in, I'm going to work my butt off making sure that I do fit in in this space. And turns out, in the past, writing has been my happy place - sharing my heart how it feels easiest. Things pouring from my finger tips and tapping out my feelings quicker than I can even speak them. ...

they had their ideas. i blew them all up in their faces. i packed firecrackers into their tidy little boxes lit up my cigarette, and threw the match on top of the boxes the explosion still hasn't stopped probably never will -me busting up people's expectations of me