Post 7: Habit Is Not Gospel: “Tradition Ain’t Truth—It’s Just Repetition with Better Branding”

 Habit Is Not Gospel: “Tradition Ain’t Truth—It’s Just Repetition with Better Branding”

        Roots run deep, but some of ‘em? Pure. Damn. Bullshit. Twisted lies wrapped in embroidered doilies and passed down like heirloom guilt. Ever hear “Hard work earns love” or “Family over everything”? Yeah. Who wrote that crap, Hallmark or a cult?

        This ain’t about disrespecting roots it’s about identifying which ones are strangling your growth. Some beliefs slither down bloodlines like poison ivy. “Kindness is weakness.” “Shrink to survive.” That’s not wisdom that’s fear in your meemaw’s pearls. Shields that once protected but now just choke out your inner rainforest.

        Let’s get into roles. You know the ones. Were you the fixer? The silent peacekeeper? The emotional seatbelt in a family crash no one walked away from? Maybe you got so good at smiling through the wreckage, you forgot what your real face looks like. But guess what?
Roles are not identities.

        They’re survival suits and yours might be overdue for a ceremonial burning.
You’re not just carrying your own pain. You’re dragging entire family trees, roots and all. And baby, some of those branches are rotten.
Here’s the big question: Not what they planted in you but what the hell do you want to grow? Beliefs are inherited like tacky wallpaper. Just because it’s there doesn’t mean it stays. So let’s air some dirty laundry:

Love = Sacrifice?
Rest = Laziness?
Identity = Obedience?
Nah. Screw that.

        Love can be soft, mutual, and safe. Rest is medicine, not a sin. Identity is a mixtape, not a blood oath. Some roots are righteous like discipline, loyalty, integrity. But others? Deadweight. Maybe “humility” kept you invisible. Maybe “independence” was code for suffer silently or we’ll guilt trip your ass.

        You get to pick now. What builds? What buries? Let’s talk loyalty. That sucker’s been weaponized harder than a steak knife at a vegan BBQ. Were you loyal or just scared to speak up? Loyal or just groomed to swallow your own voice? True loyalty is standing with something, not kneeling to it. Big difference.

        This is the sacred excavation. The muddy, sweaty, glorious act of deciding:
What gets composted? What gets crowned? Those labels they slapped on you “Too much,” “Selfish,” “Unruly” they were never your shame. They were other people’s fear of your fire. You were bold. Hungry. Loud. And that scared the shit outta folks who lived life on mute.

        Toxic traditions wear disguises: Silence dressed as peace. Suffering painted as strength. Obedience parading as grace. But you— You cracked the mirror!
You dared to ask: Does this serve me anymore? Cue the revolution.
Shame? That’s the moldy fruitcake of inheritance. Unwanted. Passed down. Stinks like guilt and tastes like rot. But guess what? You don’t have to eat it. Burn it. Bury it. Return to sender. Shame dies in sunlight. Speak it. Torch it. Reclaim your roots.
Ever hear a branch snap in the woods and wonder if it’s just wind—or something watching you? That’s how these toxic beliefs creep. Always lurking, never proven. Just like Bigfoot. And Bigfoot makes a great campfire story, but you don’t build your house around him.

 

       Same goes for these myth-bullshit beliefs: “Suffering makes you strong.”
“Speaking up is rude.” “Gratitude means never asking for more.”
Nope. These are the Bigfoots of your belief system. Hairy. Loud. And completely unhelpful. 

        So plant-warrior, ask yourself: Is this belief truth or just tradition in a cheap disguise? If you could mulch one belief today, make it this one: “You are only worthy if you endure.” Let it rot. Let it decay. Let it feed this new truth: You are already enough. Love doesn’t require pain. Success can be sustainable and sweet.
Let this be your new legacy not pain in pretty packaging. Not fear rebranded as virtue. But space. Healing. Wholeness.

        Let the next generation inherit this: Rest is essential. Boundaries are holy.
Taking up space is sacred. Let them inherit you wild, unashamed, and untamed.
And the fruit? That’s in your hands now. Rip up the poisoned soil. Mulch the myth. Plant something bold. Juicy. Yours. Make it so damn good, the old systems start to sweat.

-BMC out.

Mitch’s 180 Seconds of Truth, Dirt, and Probably a Raccoon

🔥 Alright, plant-warrior… your turn.
Which belief are you done dragging around like dead weight?
Drop it in the comments:

👉 What’s one toxic tradition, hand-me-down mindset, or role you’re ready to rip out by the roots?
Did they teach you rest was lazy? That love had to hurt? That being “too much” meant tone it down?
Nah. We’re done with that gospel of guilt.

💬 Say it loud, say it raw—
What myth are you mulching today?
Let’s compost the crap together.
BMC’s watching. Mitch is sharpening the shovel. 🛠️💥