Tag: writing
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My Bridge
I’ve always played it safe. No matter what it was, I was never one to take chances on the unknown. It could be people, places or opportunities, didn’t matter how much greatness I was destined for… I stayed in my lane. For years, I blamed it on my fears. Fear of failing myself, my family,…
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So Then This Happened…
Last year, I decided to become a Zumba instructor. It wasn’t something that I had planned… it just sort of happened. I had always liked dancing even though I wasn’t a professional dancer nor was I in any dance classes/groups/drill teams. Hell, I wasn’t even spectacular at it, nonetheless I was indeed moved by the…
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Transference of Energy
Recently I began evaluating my life as well as my purpose and path on this planet. I really took a look at how far I had come and where I was headed as a writer, mother and above all, a person. Then something clicked and it all made sense. I realized that nothing I had…
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What Comes Around…
I posted about this on Facebook but decided that I would go in to greater detail here and since I am behind on posts, both this blog will be followed by 2 bonus blogs this week (God-willing). Situation 1: This weekend I was bummed about my house heater not working again. Last year I kicked…
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Ramblings of an Introverted Insomniac
I sit alone with my coffee. Contemplating will I stay or be free. It’s almost 2 in the morning and I’m caffeinated yet heavily sedated. Spent my time and money just to get your honey. Wrote you love letters with no intent of mailing. I’m both lovesick a love scorn wanting to be held like…
Drunken Insomniac Writer 