The next morning I woke up at my house still basking in the glow of the open mic night. Sharla drove me home and she ended up spending the night. I could hear her in my kitchen cooking brunch. The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes enveloped my home with love and peace.
The work day is always unique for me. I try to find some type of way to embrace the sunshine in that day. On this particular day the sun was shining bright. The warmth of the sun kissed my melanin in a way that sowed joy into my soul's field.
If you are reading this then you know that I am a naturist. A naturist is someone who participates in naturism, which is a clothes-free lifestyle. Naturism has nothing to do with sexual prowess or voyeurism. It involves doing ordinary things in the buff.
I walked up the stairs to the stage. I grabbed the microphone under the bright stage lights. I could feel the warmth of the lights on my skin. I could feel the attention in the room as the crowd cheered.
I finished putting my groceries away. I had the perfect song in mind to sing tonight. It was entitled "Sustaining." It was a dance song that I wrote when AJ kicked me to the curb like a raggedy soccer ball. This song is a message to haters and past love affairs that no matter what they did to me, I'm still going to make it.
I hated shopping during the holiday season. I tried to avoid the hustle and bustle of people looking for the perfect dinner ideas. I especially hated this holiday season because I would be spending it alone. Looking at all the happy couples flooded my soul with a cocktail of emotions.