In bloom

In bloom

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SPRING, Y'ALL!!!

I know, I know... it's been a hot minute since I've updated this little blog of mine. I promise, the hiatus was not intended to be this long. It's hard to believe that today marks almost three months to the day since I last posted an entry. Shame on me. Well... kinda.

i have no words [...seriously].

i have no words [...seriously].

I knew it would happen eventually. There would come a point where I felt my back pressed up against a wall of creativity. There'd be a time where I'd have to humble myself and take stock of the fact that sometimes, writing nothing at all is better than writing empty words on a page... Shit.  Even writing this now feels very much like "filler", and for that I apologize. But at the same time, I've got to keep it one hundred.

meet the crew: my online faves

meet the crew: my online faves

Sometimes in life, friendships can be tricky to navigate and maintain; especially when your closest circle of friends is no longer within immediate face-to-face reach. Understandably, we all get busy with family, relationships, careers, etc... and sometimes, the quality time and therapeutic conversations you used to have with your crew, become fewer and much farther apart. So where can you turn when your core crew of people are busy being all sorts of awesome? Why, the internet of course! No. Seriously... The web is lit in that regard.

save the trauma for your father

save the trauma for your father

Whenever someone says they've experienced a traumatic event, my mind automatically flips to things like: war, rape, violence, a freak accident, or the untimely death of a loved one. In other words - fairly tangible events that have clear and direct impacts on a person's life once said the trauma has occurred. But what about traumas that don't necessarily "happen" to you? Traumas you can't tangibly see or quantify... Life-altering situations that you are more or less born into... Do those count as traumas? And if not... what's the correct word for something like that?

congrats america: you played yo'self

congrats america: you played yo'self

You know - I'm not going to sit here and proclaim to be any level of politically profound. I'm not ashamed to admit that up until 24 hours ago, I didn't even know what "GOP" meant. While my conscious disinterest in this year's US election process is not something to be totally proud of as a Canadian, I'm also quite glad that I didn't invest any sort of emotional or mental stock into the last 18 months of campaign chaos. Because idiots... idiots EVERYWHERE.

so your passion isn't your purpose. now what?

so your passion isn't your purpose. now what?

Existential crisis alert! Existential crisis alert! This just in: doing what you love does not always, a purpose make. Sometimes in life, we are fortunate enough to stumble upon our passion. But discovering one's professional purpose? Well that can actually be an entirely different journey altogether. If we're diligent enough though, it's very possible for the two come together.

a musing on being hard to love

a musing on being hard to love

The first time I heard of writer/poet Warsan Shire was via the haunting spoken-word interludes featured on Beyoncé's Lemonade. I began to seek out some of her work, and thankfully found her piece entitled "For Women Who are Difficult To Love". And it resonated with me deeply.  I think for women (and I'm sure some men too), we can all recall a time when we branded ourselves as "hard to love". I'm here to tell you: don't do it to yourself.

The seven gems I received in my mid-thirties

The seven gems I received in my mid-thirties

It's official. I'm now 3.5 decades old. Do I feel ways about it? Not really. I thought I would, but I honestly don't feel any negativity about officially being in my mid-thirties. Let's just say the alternative of NOT being able to get any older isn't something I'm ready to experience. In fact, over the past weekend, I took some time to reflect on how far I've come in my life and discovered that I've learned quite a bit about how to live my best life. 

juvenile nirvana

juvenile nirvana

... So, there I was. Scrolling through the depths of YouTube, determined to get some new music for my car and workout turn-ups. That's when I stumbled upon the gem that is Rae Sremmurd's "Black Beatles" video. It was love at first listen. Then I remembered that I am damn near in my mid-30s and that this music is F.Y.B.Y (ahem... For Youths By Youths). So it struck me: I am juvenile as fuck.. and I don't mind it. Not one bit.