When I got to New York, I promised myself that I would at least wait six months before applying to another job.
So, if you’re lucky enough to be friends with me on Facebook, you saw that I recently got a new gig. I have a pretty loyal background when it comes to my career – gift and curse.
So, this is going to sound very ironic, but I’m mourning a “break-up”. The irony is, I was never in a relationship. How does that work, you say? Okay…
I’m usually quoting or using something that Kanye has said, but I’m upset with him right now. So, to quote Jay-Z, “Everybody look at you strange, say you changed. Like you work that hard to stay the same. ” You don’t have to be a Jay Z fan to have heard of it because people have been using that as their Facebook and Instagram caption for years. I used to roll my eyes, but then growth happened.
Solo trips are so good for the soul.
I didn’t know anyone who went on solo trips when I took my first one to Miami a few years ago. I just got tired of waiting on people to decide they wanted to go on these trips with me.
I’m about two months late posting on this, but it’s here. ha!
So, yall. My college friends always said that they will never go out of the country with me, especially with me going to the Caribbean, because I LOVE Caribbean men. Like, it’s crazy. The first thing any of my friends ask when I say I’ve met someone is, “So, where is he from?” 😂 If he just so happened to be born in NY, his parents weren’t. Look, I can’t help it.
As a woman, our hair becomes a part of us, our identity. Whether we wear it short, long, big, etc. For some of us, the longer we let it grow, the more it hurts us when we let it go. I’ve never had really long hair. I just don’t think my hair grows like that, let’s be honest here. I like shorter hair though. Well, let’s say some time ago I liked it short enough to do two-strand twists, and all of that. Something like this.
Yep, you read it right. E X H A U S T I N G. I know when I first started this blog it was literally about all of the dates I went on (humble brag), and now it’s different. It’s
just about…me. Not to say that I won’t ever write about those experiences again, because they were fun, eye-opening, and I learned SO much from them.
According to the official Kwanzaa website, “Kwanzaa is an African American and Pan-African holiday which celebrates family, community and culture. Celebrated from 26 December thru 1 January, its origins are in the first harvest celebrations of Africa from which it takes its name. The name Kwanzaa is derived from the phrase “matunda ya kwanza” which means “first fruits” in Swahili, a Pan-African language which is the most widely spoken African language.”
So, we see another year. New goals that we may (or may not) follow through with. People we’ve decided to “keep” in our lives (or not). Gym memberships we’ll use until right after Valentine’s Day. All jokes aside…