Leaving a Trail of Glitter

I want a 90’s kinda love. I want to make it to the end of Lemonade. I want to build sandcastles. I want someone to choose to love me, be in love with me and only me. That is different than loving me. I want you to love me in spite of it all.  Some one who sees me as enough the way I am.

I wasn’t enough at least that’s how you felt…

Sometimes you have to get up from the beautiful and perfect table when love is no longer served. Stand up and just walk away. Leaving a trail of purple glitter…

Take Me Out to the Ballgame...

For 2015, I had a list of 30 things to complete. I did not complete most of them but I did complete #6.


6.  Go to MLB game DC didn't have the Nationals when I was resident.

I finally made it National's Park! Took me forever and day but I went and it didn't cost me a dime for the win! National's Park is in the neighborhood I worked in while I went to school in DC for years. I even got stranded/lost in this neighborhood freshman year (a very interesting and strange story).   It looks NOTHING like I remember.

Don't Do It For the Applause

Growing up as little girl in church, I found myself feeling inadequate. Regardless of what I did it wasn’t enough. As a teenager that morphed into an” I’mma do me and say nothing.” attitude outwards but on the inside became a “Be so good, they can’t ignore Me.” attitude.

Fast-forward 15ish years.  I still struggle with this… the problems are

1)      I’m not BBM (Barack, Beyoncé, or Michelle). I don't have fans or haters. Ain’t nobody checking for me. There are so many times I’ve found myself in situations waiting on specific people to say good job or “I see you doing your thing.” But honestly those are the people that don’t care. They could care less if I’m winning or losing. 

2)      I spend too much time focusing on the wrong things in life. I’m not enjoying the great things about my journey by focusing on proving to others how AWESOME I am. I end up staying in situations long past their expiration date and sometimes end up miserable.

As I continue to journey to be perfectly imperfect and apologetically me, I’m learning not to care if you notice me or not. Truly trying accept that your acknowledgement of me does not make or break my awesomeness.

I have chosen (or have been chosen by) a path of public service. I a lot of what I do, I don't do for accolades. I do what I do for the betterment of others. I don't get awards or make a lot of money. My path is rewarding in so many ways that can never be shown.