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Extra Ordinary

Give the talks and panels and podcast clips a break.

The peoples minds and reality are craving action.

I had a wonderful epiphany tonight that I recorded in my sacred place— the bathroom.

As I live my very Darcy in What Women Want or Jacquelin in Boomerang life, I have my moments.

And tonight I was having one of those moments.

Im a young black girl from the eastside of detroit in the UK on an all expense paid work trip, with a fun and nice team. Im here for a client who has been challenging for me, often giving feedback to my boss about interepersonal differences:

Im too assertive.

Im not "friendly" enough

Whatever tf else.

I told him that I needed a stronger "why". Faking it till you make it doesn't align with my spirit in this situation and I can only do it so much for the team.

I take in this feedback, knowing myself but also open to growing. It's been difficult as it seems that nothing that I do is good enough for the client.

I put on Try by Jill Scott from the Who Is Jill Scott and let that be the soundtrack to my tears.

Make—

Take time for yourself,

cause life can be greedy.

We did it Joe! I booked my flight and hotel for Paris.

...and not delivered. Yet!

I'm at a pen pal event hosted by my friend Reghan.

She did the most and I love that for us. She decorated the common area of her apartment with stationery supplies, pizza, wine, and vibes.

I gave her the letter I wrote to her over 2 years ago was scared to send. Wrote two letters to my homegirls and wax sealed them with a promise to send them ... once I got cuter stamps.

I'm so full. Figuratively and literally.

Right before I came here (the second time because I was accidentally 2 hours early the first time) I had dinner at a restaurant up the street called Baobab Fare.

I ran into Chef Maji from the vegan cooking demonstration I attended about a year or so ago. Powered by approx half of a 10gm edible, I shared with her that I want to have a private chef experience.

We also quickly realigned on our experiences as women yearning for community and trying to live in obedience to God.

This has been such girl experienced and I'm soaking it up.

Im so excited to get into my moody writer bag this evening. I'm going to a pen pal meet up one of my home girls is hosting and I want to let all the feels feel as I pen love letters to the homies.

In prep, I'm reading a bit of Gathering Blossoms Under Fire by Alice Walker. It's so affirming to realize that my journal habits are not only normal but similar to those of literary legends.

I've always wondered what may come of my musings. As not really a fiction girl or scholarly text type— I lean towards chronicling my streams of consciousness, somewhat censored experiences, and observations of the times.

Hoping it might actually be valuable to someone in a decade, or millennia— like Anne Frank or Alice Walker.

More than that, it's so intimate. Sharing your thoughts. I have several unsent letters to friends, family, cousins, strangers.

I didn't blog yesterday.

This is my quiet space. A sacred place. No performance necessary.

So when I don't have anything to say— I don't.

That's not to say yesterday wasn't eventful.

My dog, my SON bit me. Bad. I was so heartbroken.

I had a long work day and an impromptu visit and tea sesh with my bf.