DREAMS IN LITTLE BLACK STRETCHY PANTS, BOILING BLOOD, AND LIFE IN RESIDENCY

You know, I never thought I'd retire into athleisure, of all things. It feels more like a residency, honestly, not so much a break. Workouts at SoulCycle come with health benefits now—nice enough, yeah? It’s different from what I’ve done before, after the whirlwind of music, editorial modeling, and hot yoga sessions in rooms thick with incense and whispered om’s. But it’s quieter, maybe more stable. Just when I thought I was finding my rhythm, though, I got this call.

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It was Haiden. Aspiring rock musician Haiden. We used to cross paths in new age circles back when everything was about "energy alignment" and "living your truth." He used to strum his guitar and sing these hauntingly beautiful solo songs that lingered in the air like echoes of another lifetime. We’ve been talking on and off for a while now—me crying for him, or maybe just "pretending" to cry for him. Who knows anymore? But something stirred when I started working here. Felt like boiling blood in my veins, unfinished business rising to the surface.

I was starting a magazine––it was my passion project, you know? I needed someone with real clout, real credibility to give it its legs. Haiden had this show back when he was younger on one of those major teen networks. Glittery, polished, beautifully tragic. I couldn’t just ask him outright to help. Not at first. We agreed to get coffee. Standard protocol. I brought my script for a web series I was starring in as an icebreaker. Haiden sat across from me, effortlessly cool in his worn leather jacket, sip-sipping his latte, waiting. I explained, voice trembling as I unraveled every energetic breakthrough and spiritual awakening I’d collaged together in my head. "Do you want me to be honest about this?" he said, eyes piercing.

"Sure," I whispered, not sure if I wanted him to see me shatter under his critique. And yeah, it was tough. Criticism that splintered me into a million jagged pieces, left me crying right there in the middle of that café. But still, I managed to compose myself, look him right in the eyes, and say, "Since I took your feedback, which made me cry, you owe me. You need to cover my magazine. I need someone who had their own show."

He said sure. Just like that. But you know what? It wasn’t right after that. Things weren’t okay. I could tell he’d gone back to that same new age group we shared before. And honestly, I’ll never forgive him for what he did there. Not to me, not to us. But then again... maybe I was in the wrong? Who knows. I only know one thing—it’s complicated carrying the weight of your past when you're trying to fit into a future you didn’t quite plan for.

-Mitch, Ryder, GG Collective

Epilogue: Life has a way of handing us puzzle pieces that don’t seem to fit together, even when we think we’ve got the whole picture set. Us? We’ve all been there—countless hours replaying those conversations over and over, trying to figure out where things twisted, or if they even twisted at all. It’s like you’re hearing this one melody, right? But under it, there’s this dissonant hum you can’t shake. That’s all that mixed feedback, the chatter, the whispers of half-truths that hang in the air long after the folks who said them are gone. When you look back, you’re caught between hurt and understanding, walking a tightrope. Not gonna lie—balancing the trust you gave someone with the reality of how they shattered it? That’s heavy. Trust isn’t just what you give; it’s unpredictable, fragile, and barely holds steady on the edge of your expectations. And when it breaks, those sharp little pieces leave cuts you didn’t ask for. The big question is, do you pick them up and try to piece them together? Or just leave them there?

Thing is, those moments of gut-wrenching disappointment often sneak in some big lessons. Hardest truth? Someone else’s actions or opinions? They’re rarely about you. Sounds simple, but it sure doesn’t make it sting any less. I mean, we’ve all been there, right? Sitting in the middle of someone else’s chaos, feeling the aftershocks they don’t even realize they left. It’s messed up, but sometimes, people are so wrapped up in their own storm, they don’t see the ripples they’re sending your way. Doesn’t excuse it, of course. But it’s real. And the mixed feedback? Whew. If you’re not careful, it starts to mess your head up, makes you turn every word, every step, every action over in your mind, searching for where you dropped the ball. Was I too much? Or maybe not enough? It’s exhausting, that back-and-forth.

But listen, and this part matters—you don’t have to be defined by those voices. Sure, they challenge you, twist you up a bit. But they also push you closer to who you really are, remind you to stand firm in your truth when the noise settles. Not every relationship, every ounce of trust, is built to last forever. Some folks? They show up for a season, to teach you, break you, or show you something you gotta see. When their part wraps up, they leave you with something valuable—a clearer path. And look, forgiving someone doesn’t mean they’ve earned a ticket back into your life. Forgiveness isn’t about them. It’s about you, releasing the weight, choosing peace instead of the bitterness that eats at you. It’s about growth, and knowing the past may shape you, but it doesn’t get to own your future.

Sorting through trust, hurt, regret, even love—it’s messy, yeah. But every layer you peel back shows you more about what you can handle, what you hope for, and what you’re building next. Look, life’s not a neat and shiny story tied up with a bow, and maybe that’s the point. The mess, the flaws, the trust shaken and rebuilt—that’s what makes it real. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what makes it beautiful. One step at a time, we’re all learning to trust ourselves more. After all, that’s the firm ground we’ve been chasing all along.