I was DEAD serious about throwing out my entire 20s. It’s only a month into my 30s but I’ve been purging like I’m being required to. It could be because I’ve been wasting my workdays (since we ain’t doing shit) watching cleaning marathons on YouTube, or all these emotions that I keep feeling that I may just be ready to finally let go.
Before I start, little inside family joke that my sisters and I use to laugh about the once unlaughable (not a word) moments with my brother and the relationship he has with our mother, we always start our FaceTime group conferences with yelling “Trigger Warning”.
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”
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. Continue reading “So, I may had lied about August.”