Today is Monday, July 28th, 2025 8:45 a.m. to be exact. I’m writing this now but setting it to go live on August 5th at 6 p.m. If all goes to plan, by the time you’re reading this, I’ll be somewhere at HQ either wrapping up the day, preparing to leave, or doing who knows what after the success of the Fig Cover shoot.
I wonder what I ended up wearing.
Honestly, I have no clue right now, but I hope it’s something that truly represents who I am and who I’m becoming. Something that quietly says: artist, writer, director, cinematographer, photographer, creative director… and father. All in one fit. 😂 That’s a tall order, but hey, if anyone can make that blend look effortless, it’s me. Maybe it’s baggy or maybe it’s tailored. Could be sneakers or boots. Hair wild or braided with intention. Whatever it is, I know one thing for sure, Momma gonna bless me.
That part hits deep. Through everything I’ve been going through, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, I’m still here. Still blessed beyond measure. Still showing up. And to have my mom do my hair for a magazine feature? For a dream I chased while helping others chase theirs? That’s bigger than just a moment, it’s legacy.
It’s one of those rare moments where you realize: this is history. My history. One more brick laid into the foundation I started building from nothing. And believe it or not, this still feels like the beginning. I’ve got so much more to say. So much more to create. So much more to live.
But even in this celebration, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the weight of everything else. I don’t understand the hate some people carry in their blood. I don’t get how something as basic and healing as communication can be so hard for folks. It’s frustrating. But I’ve also come to a strange kind of peace with it. Maybe I’m not meant to understand, because if I did, I’d probably be just like them. And I refuse to be that.
So instead, I’ve been leaning all the way in. The good. The bad. The sad. The ugly. I’ve stopped running from any of it. I face it all. Because maybe… just maybe… in the end, we all win. Right?
Anyway, if you’ve made it this far, let me drop this: there’s going to be a launch party this September at a beautiful spot in Bethlehem. I’ll post more details soon, probably to my story or repost someone else’s. I’d love for you to come celebrate with me. It means more than you know.
Before I close this out, let me speak this part into existence for real:
Within the next two years, I will have a warehouse. A space to expand my brain into real, tangible creations. A playground for my ideas. A space for the community. A physical home for the things that live in my mind. I’ve never said it aloud like this, but now it’s out there. And now it’s real.
Let’s see where this goes.
— B
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