I am a thinker. I think a lot about my actions, my characteristics, my interests and so much more. I often wonder if I would’ve stayed consistent on something I truly wanted, would I have obtain it? I often wonder, if I would accomplish any of the goals I set for myself. These are things […]Read More Okay, Listen…
I believe I’ve spent the majority of my life trying to please other people. I think it’s my biggest weakness. In efforts to make others concerns known and more important, I’ve realized how I have devalued myself. There is an underlying lack of self-worth in my life. I can often feel the discomfort in the […]Read More I am here, at this point.
The morning is new and my thoughts are whispering to me as I embrace the gazing sun beaming through my window blinds. I can’t help but to immediately self reflect on what’s important to me and examine the things I tend to treasure. My thoughts are held captive to the idea of what this moment […]Read More New Mornings For Me
Crazy Pen is a series where I will use my creative license to write freely and creatively on random topics. With this series, rules don’t apply. Enjoy my Freedom. There is a very well known saying and I am sure that most of you know it, “When life gives you lemon, make lemonade.” This has […]Read More Crazy Pen: Lemonade
Crazy Pen is a series where I will use my creative license to write freely and creatively on random topics. With this series, rules don’t apply. Enjoy my Freedom. Saturday mornings are the absolute best. I know I can only speak for myself, but I genuinely enjoy waking up to the morning beauty. Like this […]Read More Crazy Pen: Saturday Mornings
“Seasons change, mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love doctor Strange” – Lauryn Hill, “How Many Mics” Queen Lauryn may have been referring to the rap climate with these bars, but every-time I think about the season that I’m in, I always find myself humming these lyrics. They seem to […]Read More SEASONS
If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about discomfort. They would explain a life of despair, sorrow, and poverty. You would hear the drenching remarks of struggles and brokenness. The strong sense of loneliness and lack of contentment. If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about insecurity. They would rave about […]Read More If My Eyes Could Talk