+ And so it goes… you put your faith in the universe and she decides that Bonnaroo 2012 is in fact not in your future. What a monumental shame.
+ I always have to suppress my chuckles when I’m having a conversation with someone who thinks it’s much more polite or politically correct to whisper descriptive words & phrases like “black girl”, “married to an Indian”, “He’s gay”. Like… really?! Hahahahah…
+ I’m finally feeling like I can get my financials in order and I’m making the vow to spend less of it on objects and more of it on experiences… classes, travels, concerts and events, philanthropic things.
+ The next few weeks are going to be an incredible test on my ability to handle stress. With two showcases to light, a new job, lots of birthdays, showers, calendar balancing, etc, I keep having to fight off these severe surges of unbridled panic. My remedies: a cheapo deal on unlimited yoga and a spa date with mom.
+ Brooklyn is a dream, but if I had the choice of which side of the river I’d like to live on, the city would be home.
+ It boggles my mind how many objects I own. The sheer number of things competing for space in my head and living quarters is unreal. Just the amount of energy I expend on cataloging it all, forgetting about them, rediscovering them, debating on their past, present, and future with me…! I need to seriously detox all of my sh*t!
+ It seems this nuvaring is doing me some good. I feel like my normal self again and I feel like my body intuition is back as well. I’ll have to see what this week (month 2, week 4) will be like to make a conclusive decision, but I think I’m going to be okay. My mom’s been cooking beef and greens every time I come home. Thank goodness for moms, huh?!
+ efrem landed that new job.
+ i landed a new job too. a second.
+ i started working for myself truly, teaching my first pair of clients as a self-employed instructor for the first time. it feels good to finally strike that one of the list.
+ it looks like we may have to cross bonnaroo off the list, even though we’ve already bought our tickets and i’ve already made arrangements at the gym. it just doesn’t look good to begin a new job, then promptyl ask for vacation time, does it? *sigh* i believe things will work themselves our and i have faith in the divine processes of the universe.
you MUST let me know how this turns out! Is it color or just the conditioner?
Hey mama! Both actually. It keeps my hair dark, so when summer comes the sun doesn’t turn my hair brown. and the conditioning is the best part. i rarely have the time to putter around for 6 hours to do this, but it turns out just how I like it every time… dark and lovely heheh :)
working on my bantu knots… pictures by morning.
derica replied to your photo: Putting a super deep conditioning henna in my hair…
love this! also, beautiful hair, enjoy your session
thanks mama! it’s these little rare indulgences that make my days off so wonderful :)
boiling cheese pizza burns on the roof of your mouth always feel worse the morning after when you’re trying to enjoy your fresh squeezed orange juice.
you can’t change those who don’t want to change + though they may be completely oblivious, annoying people often enjoy being annoying.
positivity is a muscle that needs to be exercised. word.
Friday: The watch I misplaced at work on Monday and was put in the gym’s cash draw by a coworker on Tuesday, disappeared from said cash draw on Thursday. It’s a gorgeous rose gold watch and it was the fanciest thing I owned, and someone straight jacked it! The Good News: Just gave a receipt to the gym’s owner and, if all goes well, I should be receiving a reimbursement for the cost of the stolen watch. I hope my luck turns around soon.
Saturday: I’d taken “the ring” out two days prior. After, suffering the onset of a week’s worth of PMS over the course of one hour (sudden sweaty heat flashes, sudden bloating, sudden fatigue, sudden etc…), I had the worst visit from Aunt Flo in a long minute; the worst since October when I went to the ER and discovered I had uterine fibroids. The nurse practitioner said “the ring” will take some time for my body to get used to, about 2 more months. The Good News: The worst part lasted about two days. And ol’ lady Flo seems to be finding her way out, far earlier than any visits prior to “the ring”. Some progress is way better than anything before this.
Sunday: I ate sushi for dinner the night previous, I barely slept a wink, then commenced to puking my life away from sun up to midnight—ALL day Easter Sunday. This is my second poisoning by food in one month. The Good News: 1. My boyfriend is made of good stuff; 2. I have renewed faith in my instincts about sketchy eateries; 3. I’m strengthening my commitment to eating only by my own hands and by those of people I trust.
Monday: I was finally able to stand on my own two and made my way home from Brooklyn, realizing too late that I’d left my house keys somewhere and I was locked out. After several attempts to scale the wall of the guest bedroom window in the back of house, arms and legs raw with scrapes and welts, I did manage to make it into the house. I was beyond exhausted. And I felt like a character from “Home Alone”. The Good News: I found my keys.