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It seems more appropriate these days to refer to as an outlet to express myself but instead tucking away a bound extravagant journal I would stumble across…. I fin myself instead of grabbing my favorite fine tip sharpie pen and new favorite journal!! I come to my safe place…. Even though I actually share my thoughts, trials, tribulations and everything in between. I’ve always been better at…

It’s been awhile…

When you start a journey of starting a business it feels like this paralyzing sense of wtf am I doing!!! Then I would always came to express the thoughts going they my head and this was my way to release all the anxiety, failure, and pure doubt. Yet here I am 2 years later to not only reflect on as I am going to refer to them as my “Rookie Years” I can’t explain to my friends or family how or why…

It’s 11:21 Pm April 16th 2019 a little over a half hour away from my big 3-4 birthday and I feel amazingly blessed I’m so many ways. I have so many new endeavors I will take on but this time with a baby boy which will be another reason for the ones who want me to fail reassure themselves that I haven’t succeeded yet: there is no way I will now. Sorry guys this isn’t going to turn out in y’alls…

I don’t know exactly where to start so I will just start from the beginning. Your dad and I never really discussed having kids or even bothered to discuss kids, but after all of our friends were having babies and we still hadn’t gotten pregnant. It started to become a topic we would discuss and start trying to have a baby and I mean we bought books, took any advice to help our chances to get…

The infamous LOOPHOLE! It’s the twinkle that lights up your eye when u have lost hope accepting what will be and then it hits you “What if“ ….  when u can see the gray in something that someone tells you it’s  black and white. It’s finding that one technicality which you still abide by the rules but decided to play the same game with an advantage per say.  Loopholes are the ideas/ answers that…

The Daily Post- Study = ol·o·gy – a subject of study; a branch of knowledge.

When I think of the endless possibilities that one could study!! The unlimited amount of knowledge that you gain and how we incorporate study without even knowing. We subconsciously studying the body language of people we pass on a busy sidewalk or the study of a first impression of someone we meet.  To study based on curiosity of the unknown or from a class, book, or lecture; such as bio-OLOGY…

I use to entertain the Negativity that they knew would get a reaction out of me and get me totally engaged with anger and fury. Ranting and raging back and forth trying to prove that I was right. Hours and hours of wasted emotion, time and to be honest was just  mentally exhausting… I use to fall into these “entertaining wars” and then it hit me!! What was I doing? Why did I insist on doing that…

As I sit here and hum the lyrics to this new track that has graced me with its presence. I also have been analyzing this metaphor in the back of my head and I can feel myself gravitate towards it more and more by the minute. It’s almost like saying “beautiful disaster” or ” the cuccoon turning into the butterfly” see they all have the same concept every unpolished, ugly, or unexpected tragedy is…

In our short film, a love disgrace Dream a scene to brighten face – Alien Ant Farm

The moment that you both can face the facts of no matter how deep the love you feel in your heart for each other doesn’t compensate for all the pain we inflicted on one another, tears shed and fingers pointed. Yet we used those things as the reason we should never give up! What? Seriously blinded by love… Love isn’t supposed to be perfect; obstacles expected. There are limits. Boundaries that…

Ashes to ashes dust to dust Lead in the bus, sweets and tusk Mobbin heavy in a Chevy Breaking concrete, Polo on my body and Nikes on my feet – Lil Keke

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