I was in middle school when I realized my voice was deeper than my female counterparts. This is part of why I grew to love certain artists. My mom kept Anita Baker's Rapture album on repeat in the car. The album was released in 1986, several years before my own birth, but it's the one album that I knew frontwards and backward before I was even developing my own musical taste.
This is the Story Of a Modern-day Breakup
This is the story of a modern-day breakup - soundtrack and commentary included. Stage 1: The Conflict You and you're significant other have been having issues for awhile now. However, you still believe in the relationship, you both do actually, so you are trying to work through the problems. Things seem to be going better until one day they just aren't. You notice they are spending more time on their phone and when you catch their attention after one of those stints of them being on their phone, they act cagey or nonchalant. Then you see it. The ex has commented or liked a photo on social media.
The Legacy of My Joy
Joy. It is such a simple word. I can point to people who I can use that word to describe their entire being. I can pick music that makes me feel nothing but that word. I can point to what activities I participate in and which people fill my entire soul with the word. Yet where to start?
Deciding Wellbeing by Paying Attention to What Gets My Attention
When you live in a society that is always asking for your attention, it's not always easy to see when your attention is being paid for. The majority of the time, whatever for profit is seeking out your attention is studying your behavior and habits to get the most opportunity out of you.
Makeup: The Beat Face, RIP
I started wearing makeup pretty late in my life. Yet, when I started, I really started. I'm the person who has dedicated some of the hall closet, half the counter, and most drawers in their bathroom to makeup and skincare. It was by mistake; I just kept buying. So when Covid rolled around in 2020 and shut-down everything in sight well, all that product suddenly became obsolete.
To My Astrology Twin
Ray, I don't know how old I was when you entered my life. I want to say maybe 5ish. Mom would tell me if I found out you were coming over, I would refuse to do anything until I drew you a picture. That picture was so important that I would go straight into crying and major pout mode if she wouldn't let me do it. The picture my Mom still has is a stick figure galore and across the top in colorful letters is the sentence I love u Ray.
Taste + Aroma = Flavor: Hookah & Wine
I am not a fan of hookah. It makes me lightheaded and in public places being lightheaded is the last thing I want to happen. Recently though me and friend missed the liquor store by 5 minutes. The night was young and we had just threw down on some boils at the Crabby Shack. So naturally we want to enjoy the rare night off. No boyfriends, no girlfriends, no work, no kids, no worries, just a good chill night.
Thankful for the Endings
I got my first stress headache since college last week. I've been promoted into management recently and it is resoundingly kicking every part of my ass. This is not my first time being a manager but it is my first time being a manager for a place that isn't a mom and pop shop. It has been a doozy to say the least.