Chill? I got that.

I was forced to exercise my chill. Last night, just before I got in bed, I’d realized someone had taken something from me. It was my phone charger. Now, I have two spares (one in the car and one at work) because my phone doesn’t respect me or my authority, but this person had taken my Apple charger. The expensive ass one that came with the phone that I’d never pay for and for such reasons stays in the house. This person likely just wanted to charge their phone and took the whole thing with them when they grabbed their phone to leave. But when I tell you I was furious about it, I guarantee you you’re not envisioning the proper level of fury that was surging through me. I rely on my phone to wake me up in the am. I was at maybe 34% and was NOT walking out to the car to get the spare. This was MY GOOD charger that was taken. Accident or not. I don’t care if they thought they were “borrowing” it. In my mind they’d STOLEN it. I didn’t even get a “hey D. I fucked around and took your charger with me when I left. Don’t forget to remind me to bring it next time I come over” text. Nothing. To compound the shitiation, the persons phone was dead. I tried to call so I could read the shit out of this individual and their phone was fucking dead. I mean, you have the nerve to take my charger and have a dead ass battery???? The fuck?  Unfuckingacceptable. Utterly unfuckingacceptable.

I’m An Award Winning Blogger Now!

  In March I received my first award of recognition for my work with my blog. The ladies of LUSH Expressions, an all women entertainment company inspiring women to “Love Yourself and Stay Happy”,  chose to honor myself and four other phenomenal women of substance and success at their first annual women’s expo. Honestly, I’m still in shock. I don’t do this for recognition, I do it for release. I enjoy having something I can channel my energy and creativity into. It’s mine; it grows as I do. My blog means a lot to me and to see that it means a lot to others as well is quite a humbling yet exciting feeling.

You really never know who’s watching. You never know who’s life you can touch and to me that’s one of the most amazing gifts in life. The feeling I get when I get inspired, uplifted, motivated and/or energized by a thought, comment, anecdote, joke or whatever has to be one of THE best feelings; it’s so pure. That spark of positivity that can lead to an endless number of other positive things is definitely a gift. I love the idea of something that I’m doing inspiring that same feeling in others. I love the idea that something I express may motivate someone to actively pursue their dream a little harder than they did the day before. It’s like a chain reaction of positivity.

Your Poor Grammar Is Ruining The World

I’m THAT friend that will correct your grammar and spelling in a text. Don’t like it? Don’t be my friend. Or, just spell basic shit correctly. I’m by NO stretch of the imagination a good speller, but I guarantee you I have a handle (and a firm one at that) on the basics. For anything else there’s the fucking internet folks. Look it up or use something you can spell. They’re called smart phones for a reason. Use them.

For the life of me I don’t understand how people can’t differentiate the difference between your, you’re, woman, women, their, they’re, there, we’re, were, etc. I mean, you use them in everyday life. You see these words everywhere! It’s not like it’s the first 6,000 digits of pi or an obscure list of SAT words that you may only find in scholarly publications. This shit is fundamental. Most of us never use half of the equations we were taught in math class or ever need to recall info from the periodic table, but for the love of free shit with a purchase can we agree to make elementary level usage of the English language germane AT LEAST to social media posts?? I know I’m not the only one whose heart breaks each time what would be a great message is sullied by a flagrant fuck you to grammar and spelling. I mean, did you not think to re-read the message that was weighing so heavily on your heart that you took your time to choose an app, a font, text color, a background and apply a filter to?? Don’t tell me you did, because I’m judging. Not you, but your poor usage of a language I’ve grown to love so much. Being a shit speller doesn’t make you a bad person, failing to care HOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING, IS INTERPRETED by the people you’re speaking to  makes you a shit communicator. THAT folks is cause for soooo much wrong in this world.

Started From The Bottom And I’m Kinda Still There

LOL We all gotta start somewhere! I happen to still be, at the bottom…. more affectionately know as “the beginning”.

So I’m uploading and editing a video, updating my YouTube channel and responding to comments and it kinda sinks in…. it would be that my most popular recorded interview is also my first recorded video. Not exactly my best work either lol. Can I tell ya’ll how ever loving nervous I was?? I mean, it’s not like I was just sitting down with someone I’d known for years and talking about how awesome they were. I was interviewing a well established personality that I’d met that same day. Granted, she was sweet as shit, but it was all so new. There are a few less than positive comments on the video, but I’m happy to say I don’t take not a one of them personal.

In the larger scheme of things, I’ve got to say, I’m personally pleased with my progress. I know there’s waaaay more growth on it’s way, but it’s nice to see the development thus far.  It’s easy to get caught up in the things that went wrong, focus on what I was missing or wallow in what I shoulda, coulda, woulda done to make each interview better. I’m happy to say though, “I DID THAT SHIT.” I took a jump and I did it. Not a one of them is perfect, but I for damn sure had a perfect time, every time. I learned a lot from each experience and I wouldn’t trade that for perfect sound, lighting, location or anything else.

Take a look at my short interviewing journey here.  Rest assure that I LOVE every step of what I do to make these possible so there are more on the way. But humor me, who would you want to see interviewed in the future? Who motivates and inspires you? Do you have any friends that are actively pursuing their dreams? Are YOU that friend? Let me know. Comment, email, tag me to them on the gram, whatever.

The Guilt In Being Single

For me, one of the worst experiences/feelings about being single is the guilt. Most of the time, I’d say a STRONG 80% of the time, I don’t mind being single. My issues comes into play when I start to feel guilty for my desire to want to be in a relationship. I don’t mind being alone, but there are times when things get stressful at work, or with personal issues and I really wish I had someone to help me get through the things that bother me. I only have one friend I feel like I can go to with anything, but I’d still never tell him everything. I would, however, tell my “man” everything. In the first month, no; of course not. Some things not even in the first year.  I tend to be really trusting of the person I commit myself to. To me that’s the point of committing. Anyway, considering I don’t have someone I can be that candid and forthcoming with, I keep a lot to myself. It doesn’t bother me until things build up and get a bit overwhelming. This is when I start to feel a way and wish I were in a relationship just so I’d have someone in my life I trusted enough to share my problems with. Then the logical part of me kicks in and questions my motives. That nagging feeling that I should be able to take care of any and every problem I encounter alone, makes me feel like an idiot for wanting to have someone to help me.