the last blog, on blogger anyways.

 

my first time in a wheelchair 


    I know I have infrequently been posting blogs for the last couple of months, mostly because I’m running out of material and I feel like I’m not reaching enough people. 

I will be transitioning to posting blogs on my website hopefully around once a month at masonsnextsteps.com and posting to my Instagram more often, you can find the masonsnextsteps Instagram on the website and my personal Instagram is mason_branstrator. You can pretty much find me on any platform with either my name (mason branstrator) or my current brand name (masonsnextsteps). 

please reach out if you have any comments questions or concerns! 



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