God is a funny funny immortal being. Just when I think, maybe, just maybe I can rest my mind and settle, He has a way of confusing me once again. I thought I was finally in a position to be happy with my job and my family life. I thought maybe things were lining up…
Tag: self analysis
Ode to my rapper
I am in love. Yes. No, I’m not kidding. Love-love. That kinda crazy, you talk a little too much and you share your dreams type of shit. And I’m terrified. Gosh, I’m terrified. It’s real and I am scared shitless about giving myself to someone like I have been. He’s passed every test and checked…
A philosophy of sorts
Sometimes you wake up and you look at yourself and you’re like, “Damn. I’m fly.” And it’s not just like you have a cute outfit on or your makeup is on point, it’s that you feel good about your insides and your actions and you may not know exactly what is going on at all…
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…
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…
It’s been a long time, been a long time…
That crazy moment when you realize you haven’t updated your blog since before you graduated college. This thing that I started to get over my first boyfriend has grown to be a monstrosity. A beautiful beautiful monster. In this tumultuous time, I haven’t turned to this for a reason. I’m scared shitless. My fear is…
Cause it doesn’t have to mean that I’m wrong…(except for when I am…)
Well I’ve had an interesting few weeks. I am realizing that at times my resolve can be one of my worst attributes. I stand by the decisions I have made this summer. Going on a journey which involved focusing more on myself and “returning home” (more on that particular phrase later) was one of the best…
Serenity Searching 