I’m not the forgiving type. I’m the “Let’s forget and fake move on” type. The type to not so secretly harbor what you did when I’m up thinking throughout the night. I was told forgiving means letting something go for the betterment of your spirit but misery loves company and I haven’t been ready to to be alone without my burdens from the transgressions from others. How else was I going to blame someone else for my shortcomings if I forgave them? How could I continue to to live life without playing the blame game for previous heartbreaks if I forgave them? Who could I chastise them for unresolved hurt and pain if I had forgiven everyone? Continue reading
I sat out of the women’s march and here is why.
A self proclaimed feminist who decided to sit out on the women’s march and its social media engagement. A walking hypocrite is the first thing I thought of myself when I decided to “clock out” of the movement for the day. Not only was I not marching in defense of women’s rights, I wasn’t engaging in any dialogue via social media about the movement.
White women don’t actually include us in feminism except when it’s to gain numbers. And I am sick of that crap. Continue reading
I have to be honest. It is SO EASY to be an angry and sad woman. Being happy? That takes work.
Someone who will remain forever nameless told me in defense of his wrongdoing, “You can let go of everything that is causing you to be sad and get back to your happy”. While he was trying to explain that me being unhappy about his actions was somehow my fault, he dropped a gem. Even after heartache, loss, etc, I can decide whether I’m going to be happy. Normally I picked sad/unhappy. Why? Happiness is a choice and that choice required work that I wasn’t willing do. Especially when I had “excuses” not to. Continue reading
“Those face masks help your spirit?”
My Aunt had knocked me off my feet and didn’t even know it. We were discussing self care and of course the conversation of face masks and baths came up. While my cousin and I shared our favorite sheet and peel off masks, our aunt came through with the swift kick to the chest. She knew the answer to that question and so did we: no, no they don’t. Continue reading
My first six months of my thirties seriously flew past me. Don’t get me wrong, I felt it go past me. Ever since the day I entered the “No Longer Twenty Something Club”, I have been hit with signs that I am older left and right. Continue reading
Yes, I gave up writing. Continue reading
Men are finally getting called out for being sexual abusers…woooooooow.
When the allegations started coming out about Harvey Weinstein and the Me Too dialogue began, I tried to back away from all conversations about sexual assault. It was both draining and infuriating at the same time. I was angry and sad. Uma Thurman’s reaction during her interview was all me. It was like a wound being reopened and having lemon juice squeezed into it.
Yeah, I have a #MeToo story too. Continue reading