I absolutely love that more people are becoming aware of how important protecting their peace is. We all allow so many external things to change our moods without realizing we are releasing power to things that should have none. My friend's blog on finding your inner peace is perfect for those who just don't know … Continue reading Protect your peace.
Month: January 2017
Don’t touch my hair
Why I feel judged by Naturalistas Growing up, I was introduced to the relaxer very early. My mom prided herself in always having my hair done for any occasion and any given day. I had more hair than most of my friends at school and they usually wanted to play in it. However, the golden … Continue reading Don’t touch my hair
All about the budget, baby.
A very important part of my journey to recovering is my financial recovery. This is probably the thing I don’t want to blog about (or work on) the most. I have horrible saving and budgeting skills. Let me rephrase that. I have the skills and refuse to use them. I’ve had a job since I … Continue reading All about the budget, baby.
Why I don’t want to be a mom.
I no longer want to be a mother. I decided to stop wanting to be a mother. It took a nasty cry/prayer (snot included) and a lot of pleading with God and deep breaths, but its official: I don’t want to be a mother. In today’s society, there are a lot more women who have … Continue reading Why I don’t want to be a mom.
Living in Shondaland
“I would be eating a whole bucket of fried chicken right this very minute if I thought I could still fit into these pants afterward. If I was still okay with being dead inside. The thing is? I’m not. I’m not okay with being dead inside at all.” My disclaimer for this review is that, … Continue reading Living in Shondaland
Count it all joy.
At the end of 2014, I found an article about a blessing jar. It was a do-it-yourself product that required an empty mason jar, some paper and pen. I believe the directions called for you to write something you were grateful for every day, fold it up and put it in the jar. What … Continue reading Count it all joy.
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