The Genesis
the origin story of my joy (and mild delusion)
In the Beginning…
“Genesis” is such a strong, yet underutilized term. I’ve asked myself recently, “what was the Genesis of ___?” What was the Genesis of that decision? What was the Genesis of that feeling? What was the Genesis of that thought process? This got me thinking… I need to take my whole self back to the Genesis of my joy. Which begs the question - what was the Genesis of my happiness?
Villain Origin Story
Ever since I could read and write, I always found happiness in writing. Writing projects at school were my bread and BUTTER. I remember one instance in Mrs. Woodward’s (I called her Mrs. Squidward, obviously) 2nd-grade class: we were doing a descriptive writing assignment where we had to write about an object of our choosing. I can’t remember what object I picked, because all I can remember is that Mrs. Woodward chose my paper as the example of how to do the assignment correctly. Even at the age of 8, I was competitive and thought I was shitting on hoes and basically Shakespeare.
High school was the same way. I absolutely loved my English classes, writing assignments in government, and even debate writing. Somewhere along the way I lost my skill, my vocabulary, and my purpose around writing. Not that I ever wanted to make a career out of it, but it was indeed the Genesis of my joy in many moments of my life.
Having My Way with Words
In other ways, it was what truly saved me. During extreme bouts of depression in my early and mid-twenties, I’d crack open whatever journal had found its way to the bottom of my backpack or closet and start to word-vomit all my dark thoughts onto paper. Now that my frontal lobe is semi-fully developed, I’ve started using writing as my joy before my brain lets me get to that low point. Moving to another state away from family and friends, working a job you hate, trying to find a new one, and throw in trying to find a life partner that’s of quality. Writing has been a cornerstone for me throughout my life, so why did I ever put it down?
The Rebirth
Let this serve as the Genesis of all Genesises. Resparking my joy, my happiness, and my creative outlet. Documenting my thoughts in a way that can easily be read for future me, future children, or something for you all to look back on if you hoes outlive me. Photos can only do so much justice when we look back on our lives. But what was I thinking on October 1st, 2025? What was I working through? What lessons did I learn and how? Obviously, that’s the same concept as a journal, but when your brain works as fast as mine, that pen can’t keep up!
This big brain has come full circle throughout my twenties. I’ve made all the mistakes one possibly could, experiencing places and people that deserve to be documented, and doing the work to reflect and build the life I want.
All Thanks to Him
As of today, I am 28.8 years old, healthy, happy, witty, intelligent, objectively successful in my career, living somewhere sunny (let’s call it the coast), with an itch for traveling and a growing relationship with God (more on that later). I’ve already done so much in the last 28.8 years. My hope for this is to be the Genesis of telling my story as it unfolds, while weaving in the lessons and core memories of the past. Clearly, I will not be utilizing ChatGPT or AI of any kind. Just me, raw, and uncut, with the occasional help from a thesaurus.