I’ve started this blog post about three times now. But, as you can probably tell, I haven’t been satisfied enough to post it. I miss it. I miss writing my thoughts down. I know, subconsciously, that I haven’t been because if I start writing, I will also start crying and frankly I haven’t been in…
Tag: journey
May I have this dance?
Things look a little different these days. I’ve said it before but I started this blog at a time in my life where I was sad and lonely and vulnerable. I’m still sad sometimes. And sometimes I feel alone in my struggle. But the girl who started that blog has changed. And thus, it’s also…
Purest imagination
Sometimes when things are going so well, I get really scared. Like I’m terrified. Any moment, the proverbial shoe could not only drop it could sink into a deep black endless wormhole with no other side. Because when things are this good, it’s only a matter of time before my luck runs out. It’s happened…
It got better…as it always does
Simple. Ups and downs. It always gets better. Life is a field of dips and valleys and hills and little moles popping up and distracting you every now and then. There are points when you feel like the entire landscape is burning around you and you can’t put out the flames. Then there are times…
Spence
My therapist is encouraging me to be as genuine as possible in everything I do. So I’m trying to do that more. Just be a little more upfront. Y’all are probably thinking “Bitch, you’re always upfront. What are you talking about?” To which I would say, “Yes. On here.” Trying to do that a little…
Love letter to us
Have you ever sat and thought about the craziness of some technological advancements? Can you imagine the look on the faces of the Wright Brothers if they took a flight from Philly to the Midwest? Could you hear the screech of Alexander Graham Bell as he explored an iPhone? Could you picture the look on…
Come with me…
…and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination… Pure imagination. What even is that? For no matter how hard I dream, I don’t know if I could fully dream without restriction. Even my dream dreams have restrictions. Love is weird. Not much else to say. It’s weird. And it can be sad. It makes…
I call that shit God
Lately, I’ve been having somewhat of an identity crisis. With my hair. As a black female, I change it a lot. As a black female with short–but not too short–hair, I can do a lot with it. Braids, curls, etc. etc. Recently, I’ve gotten into wearing this big wig. Now, the reason for this is…
Love.Dream.Be.
The greatest part (sometimes the worst part too) about being an empath is that even when stuff is going “weirdly” not “perfect”, things are still so beautiful. Even when my heart breaks or is a little bruised by something, I remember this: for my heart to get a scar or hurt a little means that…
Serenity Searching 