Can we all agree that it’s been one crazy year? Talm ‘bout last year, honey.
Draaama everywhere! From Hollywood calling out all the sexual predators, California stay being on fire, storms ripping through the shoreline like Kong through trees and need I mention how at this point I’m spending my whole paycheck on groceries – a loaf a bread, a stick of butta, and a container of milk!
So, I’m thinking we all need some self-love right about now. I know I’m feeling tore down in more ways than one so let’s all stop, and in light of Self-Love Month, review the steps below:
- Begin your day right. Don’t cut on the TV, tablet, or even look at your cell. Just lay there for maybe five extra minutes and think about the positive things you did yesterday, like how you handled that problem or difficult customer. Or, dare I say it, think about your great qualities that makes you who you are. Celebrate you.
- Try to put mainly good things in your body. Garbage in, garbage out…erm, you know what I mean.
- Fight negativity inside and out. Go after negative thoughts like you would an attacker. Don’t let that poser take up any space in your head so those negative thoughts won’t get to your heart. Take action by reading a good book (come to think of it, it’s about time for me to reread Pride and Prejudice), meditating, listening to music (remember how we used sit around and listen to great music, what happen to that?), or talking to a good friend. And as far as toxic people goes, same rule applies, don’t give them the time of day.
- Be patient with yourself. You will get there. Keep building you step-by-step.
- Find something to be grateful about, big or small. Write it down in a journal and see how your thankfulness and peace grows.
And finally, hug it out by starting with your own beautiful self.
This month many people are focusing on physical fitness and/or getting more active as May is National Physical Fitness and Sports Month. Even though it’s an ongoing thing for me, I’m geeked up too. Continue reading Fine by 50!
April is poetry month, ya’ll…
The soreness of my chest – a reminder of the birth of womanliness. Momma says they’re growing. It’s like your wisdom teeth busting through – painful and itchy. Continue reading Womanliness
Alcohol can be a good thing. There’s a scripture in the Bible that even says: A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry: but money answereth all things. Admittedly, I’m no connoisseur, meaning I’m a 100% juice kind of gal. But after accumulating some life experiences, I have seen firsthand how alcohol can go from a good thing to a bad thing. Continue reading When Alcoholism Touches Home
Let’s all face it. Getting older sucks! Sometimes. Okay, Imma tell you what I mean. When I was 22 years old and I had a pain in my patooty, colon cancer would not have come across my mind. I would have just thought, well, I gotta go take a dump. Continue reading Colorectal Cancer Awareness
Earlier this week, so many people were outraged when THAT Polish politician ignorantly declared that women must earn less because they are weaker and less intelligent. Okay, admittedly, I wasn’t even mad because his statement is so ridiculous that it made me laugh. Who in their right mind would take him seriously??? Continue reading Women History – We Did That!
So 2016 is like so over, she said in her best Valley Girl voice, but I still wanted to post about my favs in cinema. Now while I didn’t get to see every movie I wanted to see (Queen of Katwe comes to mind), I wanted to take time to pay homage to 2016’s special 9, especially since tonight is Oscar night. Hey, the Academy has theirs and I have mine. Continue reading Nine Movies I Loved in 2016
During Black History Month, we normally look to others who many times are so far removed from us personally – through time or distance – pointing to them for outstanding sacrifices. Remember the pictures of the Little Rock Nine in 1957 who were the first to integrate Little Rock, Arkansas’ Central High School? They could only attend the high school after President Eisenhower himself intervened by sending troops no less. Or, I always remember the picture of little Ruby Bridges coming down the stairs of William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana, in 1960. She too was flanked by the law, U.S. Marshals.
I used to wonder, where in the world did those people get the strength, the audacity to send their child into that kind of situation? It seems so far removed, so far away. Imagine my surprise when I learned that in my own family, there were acts of heroism so close that I could touch it. Seems that I have a second cousin that broke down barriers as well.
In the small town of Olive Branch, Mississippi, she broke the racial lines by being the first African American to attend the all-white high school there during the civil rights period. Wow. The fact that I am just learning of this event in my family history makes me proud and sad at the same time. This is what happens when we don’t keep up with our own personal history or legacy. We need to know these things because these are the things that make us the people we are and that have the power to shape us into people we can be.
The lesson? Black history is about each of our own personal, familial, and communal histories. Let’s be eager students and perpetual protectors. Let’s pass on our histories by doing what our ancestors did – talking to our children by means of oral traditions thereby never letting our stories die.