How I Imagined My 20s Vs. Reality [A Compilation]
A compilation of freshly brewed reads curated for twenty + thirty somethings.
Relax Mom. The following conversation happened this morning while I was eating my bowl of brown sugar and maple oatmeal. It all started when I filled my mother in and let her know that my cousin asked me if I would like to be a bridesmaid in her wedding this coming fall. We were gushing about how excited we are that my cousin is getting married. But, sure enough, my mother asked the evitable question. Read More
How I Imagined My 20s vs. Reality When I entered my 20s, I was halfway through my college years and transferred to a university out-of-state, but during my late teen years I admit I was bit naive about what was to come. I imagined graduating in four years, having a brand new car, living in a metropolitan city in a gorgeous condo on my own with an amazing job as a staff writer at the publication of my choice. And then I woke up. Reality.. Read More
A Story From The 90s. This went on for the summer until a teacher’s aid my mum used to drop home picked up on it. As the face painting began, she heard me recite the words of the “game” and the next thing you know, Kacey, Angie and Lily were apologizing. She washed my face, gave me a talk I honestly do not remember, and then we played together. We played together almost every day until I was removed and forced into a new school, where I was bullied to no end during school and after school-care. But that’s a story for another day. I know you’re all probably thinking, why would you share such a terrible story, but trust in your vitamin, I have good reason. Read More
Who Gon’ Stop Me? We’re very much in control of our fates. I know, I know… I sound like a watered down version of “The Secret,” or Louise Hay but it’s true. To tell you the truth, I can really only relate to this from a negative standpoint a few positive ones. In the past three years, almost everything negative I haven’t wanted to happen… has happened. Everything terrible I have focused on, paid attention and hoped and prayed didn’t happen, has. It was really annoying at first, but after thinking it through and making sense of certain situations, it now makes sense. Read More
This Is A Letter To Dark Skinned Girls. I’m writing this after seeing a back and forth debate on Tumblr about black girls and colorism. Dark girls expressed their experiences, light girls expressed their experiences, and both experiences were weighed and measured and categorized. Some people put one problem over another while others put both problems on the same level. Read More
I’m Not a Bitch… I’m a Writer! Yes, I’m quiet and often in deep thought. Sometimes I don’t want to be bothered with anyone. I did ignore you the first two times you called my name. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My answers are short. My voice is filled with irritation because you aren’t respecting my passion. Read More
I Was Told Recently That I Was A Know-It-All So I was told by someone I really care about that I was a know it all. And because of that it was difficult for them to open up to me. That cut me deep. So deep, actually. Because it was always something I hoped I’d never be. Especially because I’ve always been so hard on myself, feeling like I didn’t know enough. What’s so crazy about this is that I HATE know it alls… and it turns out that I am one. Read More
The Best Gift. 
Over a year ago I saved a picture Beyonce posted on InstaGram. I was fresh off a break up and the words hit me like a ton of bricks. In her curvy, seemingly hastily written script, she wrote, “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.” There I sat, phone in hand, teary eyed, looking around the inside of this box of darkness that I had fallen in. An all encompassing darkness he had given me. A box so big and so dark I had no way to see around, through, above, or beneath it. Read More
Glamour Girl Chronicles. I declare that I will live as a healer. I am sensitive to the needs of those around me. I will lift the fallen, restore the broken, and encourage the discouraged. I am full of compassion and kindness. I won’t just look for a miracle.. Read More
The Trust Factor – Insecurity Vs. A Women’s Intuition. TWe are living in a day and age where technology, specifically cell phones, are our greatest accessory and our greatest distraction. So it’s no surprise that women are turning to their mans device for answers instead of listening to their intuition or better yet, communicating with the person they choose to lay down with. Read More
The No Soda Challenge. Soda is my biggest guilty pleasure. Coca cola is my all-time favorite and I literally can’t get enough of it. Usually I convince my boyfriend and his mom to join me so I won’t feel alone and so tempted. My boyfriend’s mom is just as addicted as me so it’s fun to see who can hold out the longest and to have our little check-ins/support group. Read More
Law Of Attraction 101 I decided I needed a change, a strong desire of some sort to keep me going, keep myself alive & with poise. I seek & found this : a way to manifest all of the things I want in my life to be a REALITY. A goal to be accomplished, a inspiration of some sort to push me to the next level. It is called the Law of Attraction. Read More
24 Years, Happy Birthday To Me. november 19th. i reached the age of 24. one of my favorite uncles phoned me to proclaim, “damn you’re getting old”. it was only yesterday i was a vibrant bad ass 5-year-old (i wasn’t that bad, just mature for my age) with a continued blithe life ahead of me. goodness how time flies. y’all, i’m almost a quarter century. Read More
August Rae. I’m a travel enthusiast and a lover of life. August Rae was born in 2008 as a way to share my travel experiences with my family back home. Now, it’s grown in to much more. August Rae is self expression through photography, travel, and pure progression (everything in between). I share because through life experiences we can grow together. Read More
Love Notes: A New Beginning March 14, 2014 was a beautiful day for me. It marked the premiere of a film project that has been brewing in my brain for a little over a year now. The series is called “Love Notes”. And it is a docu-series that I hope will not only teach me a thing or two about love but anyone else who chooses to join along on the journey as well. It began with simple photographs acting as inspiration, evolved to written interviews, and now at its final and permanent stage is a series containing interviews. I felt so thankful and humbled that I have a friend as amazing, positive, supportive, and driven as Romaine who acts as the director of this project and the person who pushes me to be a brave girl as I shyly asks people something incredibly personal. He has been amazing. And now that the first episode is up, I can’t wait to continue and asks more in-depth questions and connect even more with strangers while learning and growing in terms of love. Read More
Frustration. Remember my last post about being quiet and finding out exactly what you want or feel about something? I took a time out to pinpoint what was bugging me. The word that came up was frustrated. I am feelig frustrated. Frustrated. Simply that. Frustrated with feeling that I am unable to do something about certain things. Its not that I am unable. I just haven’t figured it out yet. Read More
March. I’m so proud of my mom that she is doing what she always wanted to do even if she has to leave the states to do. So my mom received and accepted a position over seas. I’m so proud of her also mean she is selling the house and me and my brother are having to find other living arrangements. This is one of the main reasons why I haven’t been blogging much because it is so much to take in that my mom is leaving. Finding a better job and roommate hunting is my goal for this month. Read More
I’m Over It: Dealing With Difficult Clients. Today was the first time in a long time that I’ve felt defeated. And preventing it from showing on my face is something that I need to work on. As I sat at my desk, headphones in ear while listening to Norah Jones’ “Seven Years,” I couldn’t help but to count the number of minutes left until it was time to go. All I wanted was to cry and curl up in my bed. It also didn’t help that Mother Nature hadnt been the nicest this week. I’m over emotional. Read More
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