I Love Me

Hey, lovelies. I hope your day will be a great one. With all of us wanting to be in the arms of the one we love, I hope you remember to love yourselves first. If you are not able to love yourself fully, how do you expect someone to love you as you are or to even love them as they deserve?



So Happy Valentine's Day!

Hollywood's version of love

Still a work in progress

Whitney Houston

As we all know (unless you've been living under a rock) Whitney Houston passed away over the weekend. It is rather unfortunately that we lost a person with such a strong and wonderful vocal ability. Whitney inspired new artists and she soothed all of our hearts. Even those moments when we had something to say but didn't know how to express ourselves, she was there.

Not knowing her struggles or the complications she may have gone through, I won't even began to try to figure out why the passing of Whitney Houston has come. I will say that I am saddened that it has happened.  Through her music, I felt like I knew her like a distant cousin.  I was always rooting for her.  I do remember when I was a little girl wanting to become a singer just like Whitney Houston. However, I am happy to have had the opportunity to hear and experience her music.



Still a work in progress

*Side note on addiction: When people think about addiction there are always preconceived notions and expectations on how an addict is to be treated. Most people immediately jump on the bandwagon and assume that an addiction is only substance related (i.e. drugs and alcohol). Substance related addictions have become taboo and shunned by society. People are quick to say "No, that doesn't count" to the  non-substance abuse addictions like gaming, gambling, eating, sex and numerous other behavioral addictions people experience.

People annoy me with their know-it-all-judgements. They are so sure of the reason why or how something happened. They do not know what people are going through or that person's mindset so they should just shut the bleep up.

Yoga, Ouch

So, I did yoga for the first time ever on Monday. I only did half of one program (not even really half; I did 13 minutes and 41 seconds of the entire 30 minute program). Why is my body so unbelievably sore? I've been working out consistently for the last 4 weeks straight (5 days a week, Monday thru Friday) and I feel like my body has been run over just because of some deep stretching and breathing. 

I am reminded of elementary school when we were instructed to touch our toes without bending ours knees ( I could never reach, the tips of my fingers can barely graze my shins). I suppose if I had tried more to become more flexible as a child I wouldn't be so stiff and inflexible as an adult. 



I'll give yoga another try later this week (when it stops hurting to breath).

Still a work in progress

Beauty Day

This passed Saturday I invited a number of ladies over my house to participate in a Beauty Day. This was a day for women to get away from their day-to-day tasks of being mother, wife, or lover to someone. It was an opportunity for them to pamper themselves and be the beautiful women they are without the distractions.



We all had such a great time. I do plan on doing this again. Who doesn't want to feel beautiful?


You may write me down in history 
With your bitter, twisted lies, 
You may trod me in the very dirt 
But still, like dust, I'll rise. 

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells pumping in my living room. 

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, 
Just like hopes springing high, 
Still I'll rise. 

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops. 
Weakened by my soulful cries. 

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don't you take it awful hard 
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines 
Diggin' in my own back yard. 

You may shoot me with your words, 
You may cut me with your eyes, 
You may kill me with your hatefulness, 
But still, like air, I'll rise. 

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise 
That I dance like I've got diamonds 
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history's shame 
I rise 
Up from a past that's rooted in pain 
I rise 

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, 
Welling and swelling 
I bear in the tide. 
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 
I rise 

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear 
I rise 
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 
I am the dream and the hope of the slave. 
I rise 
I rise
I rise. 

~ Still I Rise, Dr. Maya Angelou 

 Still a work in progress

Finally Happy

I just took a step back and looked at my life. I have finally realized something of great importance. I realized that I am no longer bitter. No more angry-black-woman-wanting-to-curse-out-the-world-for-the-shitty-hand-that-I've-been-dealt bitter. For the longest time I remember putting on this fake, happy facade but underneath it all, I was seething inside. I know everyone has a story and have been through storms and hard times. A lot of people don't know the things I have gone through and experienced. I wouldn't wish any of it on even my worse enemy. In all honesty, the script of my life doesn't matter because it has all led me to this moment.

So smile with me.

Still a work in progress

Jesus vs Religion

I want to send a very special person a "Thank You" for sharing this with me. It has uplifted my spirit this morning and put me in a good place.

via Dawn Lynn

Still a work in progress

Happy New Years

Its not only a new year but its also a new day. I am blessed for yesterday and today. I am happy to have brought in the new year with family and friends that I love oh so much.

Angel & I before be went to Bacana Brasil for New Years Eve Dinner



I am not one to really make New Year Resolutions but if I had to make one, all I would hope for is to do things as I have previously done but so much better. As the only guarantee in life is change, I just want to continually flow and move with the punches thrown my way. I want to have little, to no, bruises to show for the obstacles encountered; I would still love to have growth and strength to share with others.

Still a work in progress

Love

"Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place."
~Zora Neale Hurston

I'd be lying if I said that my last relationship had not left me with reservations about pursing a new one. I am proud that I can admit the truth. My heart was broken and has been mended by time and space. But just like anything that has been shattered, some fragments have been lost and cannot be put back together.

Don't lose faith though, all my hopefuls, my heart will eventually thaw and come out to play.

Still a work in progress

How Quickly Things Change

Its amazing how things can change so quickly. One minute everything seems to be going perfectly fine. You're on cloud nine and nothing can make your feet touch the ground. The next moment you are sinking and you can barely lift your head up out of the sorrow to simply even breath.

Wondering when I will be able to take my very next deep breath. 

Still a work in progress

Loving Rihanna's New Song

We Found Love

Still a work in progress