Yesterday 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 “Bloomington”
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I’m pleased to say that things weren’t as dramatic for me this month but if you ask the heart I broke, welp, something “bad” did happen. To clear this up a little, I’m still healing, learning/unlearning, and deciding to choose myself. 
This picture explains my summer so far. The sun, the beach, and this reusable straw cup. My hair has been like this for a week because this New York City humidity is out of this world, I haven’t learned how to use products to maintain the frizz, and I am only doing protective styling on my mini trips. About trips…. 
The best thing about being in NYC is being able to be the first to go to anything created. This city is made for the creatives. Tonight I was reminded of how fortunate I am to have this access. I love my city to my grave but I still need to give my “future children” a better life than the madness in NYC. 
