#rm52wks

#rm52wks ---------- [Every week, once a week we take a photo of just ourselves and share the truth about your day/week/moment] I think I've missed a week or two. This week I realized how much I need sleep to function and recharge. I am definitely not as young as I was where sleep was an after thought. No sleep completely changed my attitude for the worst. A little bit of a 🐻 lol thankful for the hubs taking night duty this weekend because a breaking point was coming

A little self care. #rm52wks

#rm52wks week 4. I'm pretty sure I skipped Wk 3. And every time I remember I'm already I bed browsing all my social media apps. The point of this challenge is to focus on yourself but that is hard to do when most of the day is spent focusing on everyone else. Weather it's cleaning up behind them, preparing food, or generally making sure shit gets done. This week put finances on the forefront due to unexpected car issues. Luckily it was not as expensive as expected but bought up the possibilities of strains. But hey at least once this week I got to put on real clothes and do my make up. #raisingmothers

Week 2. #rm52wks ---------- [Every week, once a week we take a photo of just ourselves and share the truth about your day/week/moment] This pic is not from today but from this week. Right now I look like something the cat dragged in with spit up stains on my shirt and a toddler across my chest. So yea no selfie. This week has been pretty uneventful. I don't know wether it's a good thing or not. I do know my amount of sleep is becoming less and less every night which in turns makes me very unmotivated to get anything done and slightly short tempered.

I could tell you everything that’s wrong but it just makes me look for everything that’s right. And that’s what I been doing. I’m #grateful for the friend who just lost her husband, sending me texts to see if I’m okay. I’m grateful for the friend who talks me back to sanity because he knows if I go to jail, I ain’t ever getting out. I’m grateful for the friend who asks “how are you?” and listens to it all, not gets off the phone when it gets uncomfortable. I’m grateful for the friend who doesn’t “do feelings”, doing them cause they actually want to improve our friendship. I’m grateful for the friend who tells me her stupid date stories as comedy relief. I’m grateful for the friend who’s experienced similar to what I’m going through and even though she’s thousands of miles away, she still got my back. This week, my friends reminded me that what I have to be #grateful for means so much more than the sadness I’m experiencing. It’ll pass but they’re giving me the space to push through. It’s funny how sadness can add to your #happiness. #raisingmothers #rm52wks #week40 #100DaysofHappy #100happydays #synshappy #47of100

week 7 of #rm52wks except for a tiny mother nature snafu, this day has been great. this moment involved attending #bsamla2017 and supporting the vendors/#artists...I was mistaken for a teenager, twice (thanks to slow aging DNA, lots of water drinking AND minding my business 💁🏾)...had a great meal with some good friends... been glowing like #BruceLeroy and was asked if I knew I was beautiful. Of course I know 😌😉 #raisingmothers #photochallenge #todayisagoodday #sundayfunday #leimertpark #notwastingmypretty and my #babyhair STILL poppin. 🙇🏾‍♀️ (at Leimert Park Village African Art & Music Festival)

week 6 of #rm52wks this has been a tough week but I still managed to get some laughs and smiles in. flew into #sanantonio this [past] weekend. it wasn't nearly enough time spent with my dad but I am glad I got to see him.... it's been 3 years. in this moment, me, the nephew, and the parents were headed to see #wonderwoman posting this while I sit in the #austin airport and wishing I'd have stayed a day longer 😔 #raisingmothers #photochallenge #familytime (at San Antonio, Texas)

My selfie for #rm52wks. I took this picture this morning while getting ready for work. I picked these earrings up at #DanceAfrica street festival yesterday. My brand. I wrote the words that follow a few years ago when I was at a crossroad in my life. No longer at a crossroad, just loving, learning and growing in this thing called life. In an effort to make some changes to this blog and what I want it to be, I sat down and looked at who I am. I do this exercise on occasion, usually when I'm at a crossroad in life. The first time, I cried. I sat in the middle of a yoga studio and I cried.  it took a knowing hand from my Yogi to calm me. He explained that often times we lose touch with who we are and our place in the universe, this exercise is a way to get back to that.  I am  A spiritual being   A powerhouse    A mother and nurturer     A wife and confidant      A healer      A friend      A daughter and granddaughter       A giver of life         The center of the Universe, yet graceful intertwined within it. I am honest     As strong as the trunk of the Baobab tree     And as gentle as a kiss from the wind. More importantly, I am comfortable in being who I am regardless of what others think or do.