I have dreads. You can clearly see that in some of the pictures I post and even in my main picture to this site. I am in this group on Facebook called "Dread Society" and it's pretty much a group about everyone on their journey with their locs or if you want to have locs one day or whatever your purpose is for wanting to be in the group. I remember reading some of the posts in the group about people's "spiritual journey" with their locs and even my own husband talks about what his dreads mean to him. I used to think about how I didn't feel that connection with my dreads. I started off wanting dreads because I had
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I had this conversation, with one of my friends, about how my aunt and uncle had called themselves trying to separate and divorce or something. This had happened some years ago but I remember it like it was last week still. It was only funny, to me, because they had been together for like 30 something years and I don't remember how or why but they ended up separating for a few months. I'm talking, they lived in their own places for a little bit. It was so funny to me because I'm thinking, like, "ya'll are too damn old to be trying to leave each other now and start over." Like, really? Cut it out. Just stop it. Just stop it!
I had wrote about how I had met my friend, Netty, and how I kind of ended up changing his life because I opened up his eyes and told him to get his shit together in life. He was kind of drifting around and just didn't really want to do anything with his life except for be content with where he was at. Blah, blah, blah. That's that story. I'm writing this post, now, because as much as I had taught him to really step it up
A little bit ago, I wrote about this guy that had just up and left me pretty much from a relationship that I had been in before. I was so hurt and confused but eventually, I just had to let it be and I got over it. I always thought I would hold a grudge over it, well not really. Things happen in life and if you hold onto the negative for too long then you don't leave enough room for the positive to enter. I learned that from that brief relationship. Anyways, I'm writing this post because I did forget to mention that he actually
I was on the phone with my dad earlier today and I was telling him about how I would be starting school back up this Wednesday but I'll be graduated with my degree in February. Then, I told him I'll still have to go back to school to get two more degrees (Masters & Doctorate). He told me that he was so proud and that I am the only one of his kids to have made it this far. I'm actually the only kid between all my siblings to have made it this far with college. My brother, honestly, only has a certain amount of credits that he needs to complete to get his Bachelor's in Business or something and I don't know why he just has never
I think that true beauty comes from within. I have always been taught to see the good in people and I have always believed that a person's personality can shine through them and that is what makes them truly beautiful. A person can look attractive on the outside but if they have a nasty personality then that makes them so ugly to me. I think about my old best friend. She is so beautiful when you look at her but the way she treats people and her sense-of-entitlement type attitude is just so horrendous. I am just not about that. I like when people compliment me more about my personality than on my looks. I've worked
The writing prompt says "the moment you knew you were grown up." I know I talk about this often on here and I do apologize, but the moment I knew I was grown up was when I had lost my virginity. I didn't think I was a "woman" all of a sudden because of it but I knew that there was just no going back after that moment. I had made the adult decision to partake in sexual activity with my boyfriend and had followed through with it. I definitely felt more "grown up" because of it and that's just how it was. Sex changes you, that doesn't mean for the good or bad, but I believe that there's just this change that occurs. When
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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