Christy Rach

To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis: Show us your laptop. Show us your iCloud. Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation. You won’t. You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out. That is not who we are. My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count. For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame. I no longer believe that. Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us. And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts. That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena. Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next. Life does not determine our character. It reveals it. Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next? We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day. So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop. You won’t. The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing. That is the only definition that matters.

On today’s episode of Idiocracy-The Reality Show. Brought to you by World Liberty Financial (an Uday/ Qusay production) Seems like President Trump is losing some of his mojo. Napping at home in the Oval is one thing, but on date night with Dolan at the Garden??? Get that man a Diet Coke. Sadly none of the cool kid celebs are coming to his $60M Wrestle Mania birthday bash… at least Lindsey G will be there! He loves wrestling. I’ve heard he might be entering the cage himself. At 6’3 224 lbs he is almost in the exact same shape as the 6’4 238 lbs Jon Jones in his prime. Amazing genes I guess. Thank goodness he did wake up long enough to end the war in Iran. Again. Again. And stay tuned for a preview of next week’s episode where once again the war in Iran will be over. Again.

Do I look like I’m a part of the elite oligarch class. This was taken at a super 8 motel off I95 by the way.