This is how I feel today: Gold in the middle. Deep down in the center, I'm happy Gold in the middle. On the edges there's rage Gold in the middle. I have anger and pride, but I'm Gold in the middle. I won't them take that from me. My Gold in the middle They can … Continue reading Gold in the Middle
Am I ever going to overcome my writer's block?
I'm about to say something controversial: I think that it's alright to cry at work. Sometimes you just need a good cry! I've cried in the workplace twice, and the second time was quite recently. I won't discuss that situation now because it was fairly recent and I'm not in a space where discussing it … Continue reading It’s My Workplace and I’ll Cry if I Want To
Today I really want to lay low. I want to avoid social media as much as I can, I want to stay in my house, and don't even want to watch the polling results. Today doesn't give me a great feeling. Most likely, because on this day four years ago, I was feeling optimistic, excited, … Continue reading How I’m Handling This Election
I've taken up painting lately. Acrylics on canvas, and I'm not that good, it's just a fun new hobby. It's amazing to actually be able to turn my brain off for a little while and just mess around and feel no pressure about it. I bought primary colors only, so I have to mix my … Continue reading Creativity Begets Creativity
One rotten apple spoils the bunch, and when that bunch gets served on a golden platter to a whole community, that apple’s poison spreads like disease amongst the unsuspecting citizens. As those apples age, the rot only festers and grows and when those rotten seeds get planted and take root, it’s that much harder for … Continue reading One Bad Apple
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So, here's my mid-month wrap up of "New Decade, New Me." Doing things differently is hard and kind of sucks. In my effort to save as much money as I can, and do right by myself financially, I forgot one crucial thing: taxes. Being a semi-employed person means that I'm freelance, which means that I … Continue reading Death By Taxes
Sitting alone at a bar at 2pm. Is this what the beginning stages of alcoholism look like? I mean, it’s not like my bloodline is some stranger to addiction. Especially of the booze variety. But, no. THis is just a drink. A midday, waiting for my bus drink. An I work hard and deserve a … Continue reading Fear
The Significance It's the last day of the year and also just happens to be the last of the decade. This does feel quite a bit more significant than other new years. I was alive for the last decade turn, and even remember a little bit of it. My parents threw a party, and I … Continue reading New Year, New Decade