I look at you with a hopeless smile. You look right back at me. You don’t realize I can show you prodigious things that will be life changing. I can tell new money from old money because old money does not talk. I look at you and say, “Hey lets me friends.” You take my hand, and we run off with our passports. I haven’t seen this film before, but I’m pretty good at predicting the ending.
Dear Reader,
I’m dying to see how this one ends.
It was a weekend I’ll never forget. Two of my closest friends, a summer estate, pool, food, good drinks, and new people. We arrived to our stay the morning of June second. Stopped in by a cozy little coffee shop that sold the sweetest cinnamon rolls and old portraits. When we reached the house, we unpacked our bags and headed straight for pool where we’d tan underneath the summer sun. Along through the day we’d meet a dashing middled aged couple. They looked like they could’ve been in their late twenties. They’d then invite us to dinner where we’d dine over good food and drinks. The guy ended up paying for our dinner. The night was far from over. They wanted to show us where they were building their getaway house. I drove us, my two friends and them to through the night road. Windows down, my friend hair blowing in the night sky. It felt like a movie. We got to the property, but there was nothing, but high grass. I was skeptical at first, because we are three black people walking willingly into “woods”. I stayed at the car and so did my other friend. She laid on the hood of the car looking at the stars. When we returned to the estate, we changed our clothes and jumped into the jacuzzi. We were up until the late hours of the morning. Didn’t want the night to end, but just as it does, it did.
Dear Reader,
There is nothing like the love and company of friends. Guys and girls may come and go, but friends are forever.
Many people remain single, not because they haven’t found the right person, but because they have not developed the art of appreciation.
Dear Reader,
I challenge you to acknowledge the value and meaning of someone in which you show gratitude.
Three little letters, one life changing answer. She walks in surprised. All of her closest friends, family and extended honor her with roses. Down on one knee he asked, “Will you marry me?” Tears filled her round sized eyes as time stood still. Auntie Dee and Grandmother would be proud. This is your moment and I couldn’t be happier for you.
Dear Reader,
“He who finds a wife finds a good thing" Proverbs 18:22
When I was younger, I always heard about kids my age attending cool summers camps. Those camps included fun hiking adventures, cool fun learning activities during the day and by night gatherings around the campfire. Now that I’m older I wish to attend or gather some cool interesting people together for an adult summer camp with the same concept. We’d start the morning off in the cafe after which we’d meet on the lawn where our camp song is played. Breaking into group that would rotate the daily activities such as creating your own cocktails, pickle ball sessions, making bowls from clay, doge ball, and other fun task. This would last two weekends in the summer. So, one in June and one in July.
Dear Reader,
We might get older, but that’s doesn’t mean we have to grow up.
I started therapy years ago. Many have asked, “Do you like it”? “Has it really helped you”? I always respond with a proper, “Absolutely, I love it” and that’s the truth. From my experience I went in with a willingness to understand my younger child. Where I was in my life, I wanted to figure out why I felt like an “adult child.” I was always told
Jill was the woman every girl envied, and every guy wanted to enter. She walked around with her head high and her heels even higher. She very often indulged in classic activities such as pottery, hiking, and tennis. Her life appeared to be a bed of roses, at least that’s what it looked like to a simple observer. Jill was the type of woman that always got what she wanted, not just off her good looks, but her stellar personality. One thing about Jill was she knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. Business mindset fueled her heart which intimidated the men, she would try getting to know. Some could say that she was a tough shell to crack, but when you got to know her, you were obsessed.
Dear Reader
Do you know Jill?
As I approach my thirtieth birthday, I reflect on the person I’ve become. Turning thirty still baffles me, but in a good way though. I realize that I am the “new adult”. They say the thirties are the new twenties and quite frankly I agree to a certain extent. Is it possible to feel younger while getting older? I am grateful for what my twenties taught me from setting boundaries to communicating one’s feelings in a way that I comprehend how it affects the people around me. Emotional maturity has developed in unfathomable ways.
Dear Reader
Millions didn’t make it, but I am one of the ones who did.
Music translates beyond its waves. It communicates a language that can transcend the listener to an outer body experience. Nostalgia can penetrate the present moment, moving you right where you once were. If your life were a ten-song playlist, what would it consist of? Would you only include the warm songs despite having been left in the cold without a jacket?
Dear Reader
Take this time to list your ten songs.