We aint the same. And my life tells the truth whether you like it or not.
I’ve been married four times.
Say it slow. Let it sting. Let it expose you.
That didn’t happen because I’m careless. It happened because I’m in the arena. I chose commitment over comfort. I chose responsibility over hiding. I put my heart, my name, my leadership, and my flaws on full display instead of running from relationship the moment it got hard.
Most men criticizing me have never risked that level of exposure.
They talk about marriage. I lived it.
They talk about leadership. I carried it.
They talk about commitment. I paid for it.
I stepped out of the boat in my business, my calling, and my marriage. And when you walk on water, storms are guaranteed. You don’t get scars without movement.
Brené Brown calls it being in the arena.
That’s where I’ve been my whole life.
Bruised. Accountable. Learning in public. Owning my mistakes. Refusing to hide.
And here’s what I know for sure:
The loudest critics are never married deeply.
Never led anything real.
Never risked failure with witnesses.
They’re still in the boat. Safe. Dry. Judging.
I don’t take critique from spectators.
If you don’t have my level of problems, you don’t get to speak on my life.
Yeah, I’ve been judged.
Yeah, I’ve been talked about.
Yeah, I’ve been persecuted.
That’s not weakness.
That’s the price of choosing growth over pretending.
It’s hard out here being great.
And it’s lonely too.
We ain’t the same‼️