Monday, June 21, 2021
My father was a preacher. And growing up in his eyes, I knew he wanted me to follow in his foot steps. But I never wanted to preach religiously, teach a divisive way of life, or say I believed in something that hadn’t resonated with me just yet.
So, here I am, speaking like him and expressing a message with intent in good faith.
So be it, his dreams have come true. The only thing I’d tell him, “It’s just a little different with me, today…”
Ps, again, I say curse words…
Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... "The words we speak become our vehicle; what you read is how I digest them.” -Budd