Have you ever just taken a quiet moment to sit back and think about what it means to be you? Recently I was having flashbacks on the “ME” I’ve been over the past few decades. I’ve easily been the daughter, the rebel, the student, and a ton of other labels and titles given or created over time. This lead me to think about who I am as a person outside of these labels and does any of this matter in the grand game of life. Well shit, does it?
If you are anything like me, you have created your own labels as you develop and grow as a person. I know many self proclaimed stoners, as some of us label ourselves by what we do. We often label and stereotype based on location, age, sex, color, creed etc. Do these titles help us communicate with others and find our tribe? Think of your career, does that define who you are?
I look at my very moral upbringing and parents who, despite being devout Christians, allowed me to be whoever I wanted to be…supporting me in the process. They allowed me to make my own decisions and shared in my wins and losses in navigating early adulthood. They still do. Were my parents SO awesome because I am literally the sum of who they are?
I look at an ever changing world around us. All of the medias are programming us into a never ending flash mob of robots. Running the rat race and chasing the same goals of fame and fortune. Do those things even speak to you?
And what does it mean to be you anyway? Beautiful you. Who actually defines you but you?
Somewhere along the way, someone convinced you that you werent enough
Maybe you forgot who you are
Maybe you dont know the power you possess or who you are created to be
Maybe you gave someone permission to put you on the back burner
Maybe you think you deserve leftovers…
And the moment you embrace yourself, in all that you are…
Thats the day the world will open up for you
Ah, February…that wonderful month where you get to reevalute your new years resolutions and breaking bad habits. I was having a discussion with my sister earlier today about addictions. She referred to certain behaviors as habits and not addictions. It made me wonder if I had confused the two over time, or hadn’t given habits much credit. Of course, this discussion sparked a rabbit hole journey I’m now knee deep into. Check out this article from Alvernia, and let me know your thoughts and opinions on habits vs addictions.
I bring you greetings from the hyperbolic death bed of a conspiracy theorist; here is my eulogy.
I saw a tweet from Yoko Ono, wishing Paul McCartney a Happy Birthday. As tradition would have it, I quoted the tweet and added a “Paul is Dead” for good measure. As I scrolled the comments to see who had done the same, I was disappointed. No one had mentioned Paul’s very non existent death, a theory as old as the Beatles themselves. What a fucking world”, I thought to myself…”or am I just old?”
The state of the current free world (pun intended) is in upheaval. Anarchy of sorts is upon us and many are excited or scared to death of: the pandemic, the importance of Black lives, killer hornets, the return of sports, a president and his twitter account as my list could continue on and on. What I am NOT seeing is a bunch of the conspiracy theorist in record numbers. Where are the people who believe this is all a government cover up to bring on the new world order? Where are the breakdowns about the book of Revelation and mark of the beast? Where are the urban legends about the loc ness monster in the chlamydia infested artic ocean? In my Lestat voice “come out come out, wherever you are.” Lets make modern philosophy and cynicism great again.
Greetings, ye quarantined! If you are reading this blog post, you are lucky enough to fall into the category of the living. That sentiment alone should be enough to make you want to thank the most high God for another chance at life. With COVID-19 running through the hyperbolic streets of planet earth, we’ve been forced to take a moment and get the hell away from each other. Literally. Some of you have been sent to work from home, others carrying on their day to day work life in the trenches. Others have been laid off completely. Some are currently sick and quarantined, others are praying they arent sick and trying to keep others safe. Regardless of where you fall, I want to extend to you a hand of hope.
In my short lifetime, I have not experienced a pandemic that effected me directly. I have seen mass tragedy in media alone, and sent prayers for others in time of sickness and war. Nevertheless, this coronavirus has forced each of us to examine the life we are currently living. This is not just a virus that affects the poor or the “third world country”…this is for us all to endure. Our belief systems may differ all over the globe, but I encourage you to look deep within and find that glimmer of hope. This is a time where we can each do our part to keep each other as safe as possible and try to beat this thing. Wash your hands. Stay home if you can. Call an empath and lend an ear, because they are carrying the world in their hearts. Get social on social media. Join a mediation line.
I know we were expecting the zombies to come, but take heart. They will not let us down. But on a serious note, I’m praying for our world. Let’s take care of each other. We shall overcome. We always do. Love, light and blessings.
What would it take to get inside of you?Just thinking about what makes that brilliant mind of yours tick, makes my stomach ache. Butterflies? Does the thought of flutters make your heart shutter?
I’m not ready to know you just yet. But if I was…I can’t help but wonder how many disappointments you’ve faced; how many loves arrived next to you, and never took place. Did some guy get to hold your hand or touch your heart with memories too soon erased?
You see me, but I cant find you. I’m looking at you, and you don’t recognize me.
I’ll write a love song for the good times we haven’t had yet…the kisses that may never happen. And the thoughts I’ll never tell you.
Laying here in the comfort of my bed, Im confronted with thoughts of the new year and what it will bring us. A new decade is under way, and the optimist inside of me can’t help but celebrate the strides made previously and joys of the unknown. Oh, the new people I will meet and the habits I will break! Will I take better care of my health and my wallet? Will the snow torment me in the upcoming weeks, and will I beg for the warmth of the sun? Will I ever love again? Lets not get ahead of ourselves, heaven is solitude/hell is other people. In any event, I believe we have plenty of time to create an awesome 2020 for ourselves, given the aliens don’t come for reckoning this February. Bring on the Chlorophyll! Happy New Year!
I didn’t even make an attempt to watch the Golden Globes last night. I was in bed drinking juice, watching Pokemon and reliving my childhood. I DID however hear of some Black girl magic happening when Oprah was the first Black woman to win the Cecil B DeMille award. Let me drop a quick Jewel on you…
I’m glad that Black people are FINALLY being recognized for excellence in their respective fields. I think seeing people as equal is a great way to break your best ‘A game’ in every aspect of life. Imagine if we could all just be on a leveled playing field? I think we often spend so much time comparing our differences, we often forget how similar we are.
I’m also sad that we have to have so many ‘first’ for Blacks in 2018. That shit is fucking ridiculous. We have ALWAYS displayed excellence, whether the academy sees it or not.
I guess my real question is…
Should we value these award shows at all?
In any event, good Job Oprah. We’ll deserved. Keep inspiring little girls all over the world.
Check out the speech in the buzzfeed link below.
First, let me preface this by saluting everyone world wide who is fighting the good fight against crohns disease. I was diagnosed in 2015, after years of medication for a mystery illness affecting my joints, eyes, and skin. The disease affects everyone differently, and can be super difficult to cope with. I came across this article/blog by Meghan Telpner on some tools she used in her healing journey. There is no cure for crohns (they say), but I believe in the healing and transforming of lives through the human spirit and the power of the most high God. Check out the article, and notice how much of these practices could be beneficial to your everyday life regardless of your situation. Spread light! #DoItNow
A great read by Amy Morin. As a chronic over thinker myself, I know that it can become a self destructive habit. Over analyzing every situation will have you absent from the ‘here and now’ more often than not. Check out the article and let me know your thoughts #DoItNow