NY to MD

July was a cool month. A little travel here and there but worth it. Simply enjoying the sun hit my skin is all I need to enjoy the summer. This month was filled with amazing events in New York City. Many that I missed because of last minute planning with other events and vice versa. Wish I were cloned so I could be in multiple places at once. Here are a few things I was able to capture a moment of in July.

CURLFEST

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The Curly Girl Collective’s CURLFEST 2017 was AMAZING. I wasn’t able to lounge for long but it was fun for the time being. I call it black girl appreciation day. All that melanin in one place was pure LOVE.  Besides the NSBE conference I attended a few years ago, and Essence street style block party, CURLFEST was out here in Brooklyn creating melanin memories. It’s great to have such representation. One of the best moments for me was seeing daughters and their mothers, young girls need to see how we come in all shades and what we represent. I’ll be there next year prepared with a cooler filled with water, wine, and food. Continue reading “NY to MD”

Happy April, I got the FEELS

Yesterday, March 31st, I woke up and I was miserable. At first I blamed it on the rain. I poured a glass of almond milk, put on my active wear, and left for the gym. I spent only 35 minutes in the gym because I was not feeling it. During my workout, I listened to Myliek’s last podcast and it was on point, I got the feels. I did cardio, lifted a few weights, worked on these gluts, and left.
I came back home, washed my hair, and headed back out to the salon so I could look decent again. Quick hair update, I use cantu and it’s working wonders on my hair, I need to cut my ends but I’m scared, yeah that’s it. I purchased some Jamaican style oxtail, stopped by my parent’s house to hang with my little sister, cousin, and pick up my mail that I fail to have sent to my apartment.
I have the feels. I’m tired. My work schedule is moving around so much that it’s making me more tired. School, I’m tired of it, but I have another semester to go and a summer class.

I bought a Groupon massage that I saved for my birthday, 10 days to go, because I need it. I want to be hugged so bad, I need human touch, but not from everyone. That sounds strange but I can’t hug everyone and I would rather it be from someone it feels genuine from. So, I’m hug-less until I see my Brad Brad (God child).

I seen a quote yesterday via twitter,

“Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle”

I’m vulnerable and I’m going to feel out these feels until the feelings disappears.

CURRENTLY

Today is a snow day. But as per the photo above, the 18 inches the meteorologist reported isn’t outside my window and New York City is shut down.
Yes, living right off the train is different but I’m use to it.
I’m currently binge watching “How to Get Away with Murder” because my co-workers want to talk about it. It’s the perfect time since Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA) decided to shut down my train line since 4:00 this morning.
I’m the big 2 8 in less than a month. I’m taking off the weekend after my birthday so what city to next? ATL and Texas are my next options because I’ll be in the Bay in July. I want to go to Salt Lake City just for the scenery, I know very random. Any other suggestions?

What’s currently happening with you?

Rediscovering Peace : Reliving experiences

Paris 2014

My cousin and I happen to be living the same situation in some sorts and decided that we needed a little fun. We RSVP’d for Essence Street Style Block party, dressed up, and jumped on the D train to Brooklyn.

 “Our people” are amazing, and don’t let anyone tell you different, we are some pretty people for real. Food trucks, vendors, and music were everywhere. I loved seeing the parents that brought their children out to the festivities; my definition of a family day. I feel we should start early when teaching our children culture. When God blesses me with children, I will take them to events like street Style.
As we walked around the streets of Dumbo, stopped at a local sushi spot, and met up with a friend of mine. The street lights came on and we were ready to go home. So we took a stroll by Brooklyn Bridge Park.
Nostalgia kicked in and I stopped to notice the place I was in. Just a few years ago, I was there with some friends. Snapping photos and discussing life. Met a guy that spoke of Brooklyn’s outrageous gentrification and where he found most of his inspiration was in the same place we were sitting at that moment. What I had remembered the most was how happy I was. Those days were smooth. I was drama free (what I always try to be because I keep a low profile), started a new job, dated because it was fun, and I was planning my trip to Paris.
This location happened by accident this past weekend but it brought me peace. I was reminded to revisit the things that once made me happy. Since then, I’ve listened to a few songs that brought me back to good times, looked through some photos on my Mac Book of the good ol’ days, and journal about it.

I’m grateful for those moments and I will continue seeking that happiness all while planning to relive those experiences again within the next few months. I would love to jump on a plan to Paris again but the way things are going, local travels are probable.  I might make it to Ohio instead for my need of random traveling. I keep talking about moving to Ohio and my cousin insists that I visit sooner than later, so October here I come (hopefully).

Oh by the way, I’m glad I didn’t rush home because I seen Angela Simmons and I spoke to Sanya Richards Ross! HYPED! LOL
Don’t you just love random nights? 

Just Because,


This is nothing new. I usually always buy flowers for myself just because. It’s the simple things you should always treat yourself to. All day I’ve been asked, who bought you flowers? I like flowers so I buy them for myself. It’s as if they should always be gifted and I think only two men have given me flowers in my life, damn shame, so I’m not waiting on that, but it’s always a nice gesture. If gifted, flowers should be given with love, they live longer, trust me, I know.
Plants bring me fortitude. Through the madness lately, it’s amazing and worth keeping alive. I must have a patio or deck with a backyard so I can have a garden, whenever I do purchase a home.
Before making a very crucial decision today, I stopped at a vendor at the Bowling Green station in downtown Manhattan, purchased these pretty Dahlias. After consulting with my mother, which I do not normally do, making a very crucial decision, glad that I purchased these flowers to bring me solitude. This is a temporary fix but for now it works.
I’ll make a cup of tea or warm almond milk, take a hot shower, light a candle, turn my do not disturb on even though my hot line has not blinged since May, and pray before I sleep tonight. I think I’m closer to the “want” I’ve been praying for.

Today was a good day, I hope.

Good ol’ September


Can I share my day with you all?
I’ve been able to wake up at 5:00 am or 6:00 am without an alarm clock for the last few months until this morning. Little did I realize that it was raining. Rain makes sleep amazing. I wanted to get to work at 7:00 am but let’s just say I made it at 8:00 am.
Made a cup of tea; Lipton black tea with two sugars and just a little bit of milk. Packed my lunch, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and jumped in the shower.
Used lotion instead of coconut oil on my skin, because I was rushing, made the bed (because my mother lives in my head), put on my dress and thought damn, I can’t wait to have a partner to help me zip this damn dress up lol. I’m unsure why it was unusually difficult to zip my dress this morning, I have not gained a pound, actually lost a few.
Stepped in the office, no music, no podcast, and silence for a good two hours while actually doing work early because it’s a new month.
My energy is pleasant. I’m good.
Left for interview number one around 11:00 am, that turned into two interviews, and because I felt extremely positive about it, I took the scenic route to the 2nd interview.


And what would you know, the 2nd interview turned into two interviews as well.
See what happens when you pray, LOOK AT GOD!
Things I plan on doing this month;
Cook |
I’m going to be more domestic and cook. Lol I’ve saved so much money by making a casserole on Sunday that I’ve had for lunch everyday. So, I’m going to figure out what to make for next week. I have a bag of coleslaw but I don’t want to make coleslaw so I need to use it, any ideas?
Travel |
I need to use my vacation time so I might end up somewhere this month. I’ll surprise myself before my semester starts. Probably jump on a bus, but flights are cheap after labor day so maybe the south.
Read |
I think I said I would read 10 books at the beginning of this year. Hmmm I’ve only read 3 and a half. Yes, Half. Hopefully I can incorporate more reading at night, but I’m full time this semester, we’ll see.
Run |
I ran once for the month of August. It was a poor run because my breast was tender, and the bigger the chest, the more it moves. Very uncomfortable. I think I’m going to schedule my runs so I can’t make excuses. The seasonal change will have my body going crazy so I need to maintain my health.

Any September plans?

Yourself

My weekend was jam packed in the city. Sorry but I didn’t take pictures. I know, silly me. I needed the distraction because I know that these current days ahead will be an adjusting period for me. I am currently teaching myself to do something I do not want to do, but probably needs to. Whatever that meant, I am working on it, in simpler terms.
Friday, I went to a local bar with two of my friends that I rarely see due to life, but we always check in. The past year has been life altering for all of us. Careers, moves, and all the in-betweens. It was good catching up with them.
Saturday, an impromptu trip to the Lower East Side with my cousins turned into dinner and being in a completely different environment that opened my eyes. I was in a spot that you could get drugs from. Yeah, that type of shit. Nah, I am not about that life, and it was a random pop in as to why we were even there. Won’t be doing that again.
Sunday, I invited a friend to a poetry show. We got to see the legendary Jasmine Mans. If you don’t know who she is, I told you here first. Anyone out in DC, she’ll be doing a show on 7/17 at Bus Boys and Poets. Check it out. However, back to my night. I was around my people. A room full of melanin. Y’all just don’t know how I feel when I am in that type of environment. Exhilarating to say the least. Everyone was affected by last weeks’ tragedies. Every poet performed their pain so passionately that you felt it in your heart. We’re all suffering. Glad I was there.
Quickly, since I’ve been following her for some years now, I seen this quote a long time ago from Jasmine Mans and today it hit home (photo above, don’t mind my hand writing its actually neater, and also, how perfect, my silhouette). We shouldn’t forget ourselves. Always remember we come first. A few people in my world have shown this to me, it’s not the material things, or other people, loving yourself is the ultimate goal. So the next time some ask you, what do you love, remember to say yourself.

Count down till the weekend, 4 more days…. How was your weekend?