Ode to 2018   

It’s 30 minutes til midnight, the start of year 2019.

I can honestly say that this year wasn’t as “difficult” like other years but it was definitely an emotionally challenging year. Somethings I’m not willing to resurface, things I haven’t found the words for yet, moments that finally happened, big wins, small wins, disappointment, but ultimately contentment.

Not sure if I have any resolutions yet but as I sit up in bed, with my head tied, the lights off, sipping on a glass of water, I’m excited for the new year.

More magic, more fire, more love, more happiness

Happy New Year

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Two Years ago, Today

IMG_2249Almost every morning of the last two years, I rise up to the crooked Erykah Babu image above my TV; that was once in a white frame. If it weren’t for the frame falling off the wall and breaking apart it would still be white. Since then, I’ve changed my couch cover a few times, my bed sheets have gone from white to black and many other colors in between. I had a Swifer obsession in the first year, and now I’m obsessed with plugins. I’ve gone from coming home at 12:25 AM to 6:30 PM (on an early day) from work. Two different roles, two different levels of stress. Continue reading

What my depression looks like…

A few weeks back I was struggling with my feelings between happiness and sadness. I am very aware/ openly diagnosed with mild depression and I knew that something wasn’t right so immediately, I try to get myself in check. Below, is what my depression looked like as I rose this morning, I woke up to my HOUSE a mess. Desperately wanting to just jump back into the bed, I decided to fix my space. Am I the only one that prefers an organized space? Continue reading

Growth: Alone, is not a thing anymore

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Las Colinas, TX

It’s Friday night, and the only thing that excites me about Friday’s is coming home to lay in bed and watch YouTube. Tonight, is the first Friday night I actually don’t want to be alone. I’m currently in a stint of depression and I’m accepting as such, but what I’ve learned this year – with all the shit I’ve been through – Alone, is not a thing anymore. Continue reading

Bloomington

IMG_9926Yesterday while walking home I had the sudden urge to write about happiness. The man that sits by the Open Kitchen restaurant on Williams street smiles and says good night to EVERYBODY black. I’m not sure if he’s homeless or if he just hangs out there. I told myself that I’m going to ask him what the secret is because he seems very happy. I ignored my intuition about writing this because of processing, but my friend sent me a TEDx Bloomington talk this morning because most people know I enjoy a good Ted Talk. Continue reading