December 14, 2025 - Ground Floor going up

             I’ve built out a rough draft of the website, and over the past couple of weeks I’ve been uploading images more regularly to Instagram with Marin. We decided to shake things up visually and did a Kingdom Hearts II cosplay

— both of us —

                    Just to break the rhythm of the usual shots. It felt playful and intentional at the same time.

What we really want to showcase is the beauty of our relationship as business owners, as partners, as two people building something together. This whole thing—this “fun little business”—is deeply personal to us. And somehow, despite the fact that only a week and a half ago this was just an idea, we’ve already finalized most of what it takes to get Randar Brands off the floor.

(Funding included)

We didn’t ease into it.
We dove.

Weekdays from 5 in the afternoon until 2 the next morning. All hours on Saturday and Sunday. Everything has gone into building this out entirely. What’s wild is that I’m not tired of it. Not even a little. The monotony everyone warns you about—the boring parts, the paperwork, the setup—none of it feels heavy. Setting up bank accounts. Forms. Licenses and permits. Website builds. Photo editing. Brand kits. Logo design. Signing up for platforms. Creating infrastructure from nothing.

Every piece of it has been genuinely exciting.

And then there’s sharing all of it with Marin.

That part is indescribable. Playing with new outfits. Having fun in the studio. Taking photos and videos. Recording ideas. Setting up consoles. Helping her with makeup. Teasing her hair. Turning on music and just going completely hog wild together. It doesn’t feel like work—it feels like alignment.

Everyone tells you how hard starting a business is. How risky. How exhausting. How expensive.

I haven’t noticed any of that.

For the first time in my life, I don’t want a different purpose than what I’m doing right now. I hope this becomes huge because of the people I could affect—but even if all it ever became was a livable wage that let me focus on this fully, I’d jump without hesitation. No backup plan. No second thoughts.

Even from the ground floor, I can see the ceiling.

And even knowing how high it goes, I’d still go all in—no matter the outcome.

But if it became as big as it feels like it could? That wouldn’t just be success.

That would be a life I never even dreamed was possible.

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