I think two cups of coffee does the trick when Tuesdays feel like Mondays and Wednesdays feel like Mondays. Two should be good, right? No, two is good. Anymore than that it’s like you’re excited for a birthday party when you were 6 and your mother promised it would be a Barbie girl sleep over.… Read More Make it good.
Soooo found this little recipe on Facebook. Decided to try it. Here’s a little background: I’ve had my period 3x last month with the third time carrying over into this month. I’ve been hormonal. I’ve been emotional. I’ve been breaking out. My tea tree oil wasn’t really helping with the breakouts. I’m on a very… Read More DIY BAKING SODA&COCONUT OIL FACIAL SCRUB:
I write so much because that’s the only way for me to live and relive this wonderful life.
Things are falling apart while things are coming together. I heard that a woman goes through many changes before she becomes the woman she is meant to be. Redundant I know, but the breaking down and all the building up is becoming tiresome. I know who I am and all that I want to be… Read More A type of welcoming.
The hospital is full. As always. I’ve been to the ER 12x today and each time I was given the opportunity to thank the most high. To give him praise. To rejoice in his name. Four patients coded today. Four didn’t make it today. I was there in their moments. I was there with hands… Read More Tea conversations: part 5
My breast are tender and sore. Tissues are swollen causing an uncomfortableness and lower back pain decides to make an appearance. The moon creeps in through my windows and I’m wishing my ceiling would simply form into a canopy of stars, since I’m laying on my back due to the selfishness of my breast. Sleep… Read More Tea conversations: part 4
Orange spice tea just lightens the mood. Silence is ensuring tranquility and peace of mind, but I can feel my heart wandering. What a feeling, right? Having your heart craving, such an insatiable hunger and yet sometimes tryna figure out why is just as time consuming as listening to the empty songs play. Words fade.… Read More Tea conversations: part 3
30minute breaks never suffice for mental restoration. Working non stop, dealing with doctors and angry nurses and trying to manipulate situations between coworkers and patients is exhausting. But nonetheless every single minute is used, wisely. Thoroughly. Today has been by far a great day, never mind the fact the hair has been on fabulous but… Read More Tea conversations: part 2
The moment his words covered me gently, I felt flowers blossom on the tip of my tongue and my heart opened. The tenderness of his words grabbed parts of me the light never saw and the sensation of him swallowed me whole. The first time is always the sweetest but will not withstand without action.… Read More To a man:
My hands are calloused. It’s been a tough week between work and workouts. Constantly gripping poles and bars. Trying to maintain balance and remained focus. I think how hard I was gripping the headboard tonight aided in the formation of this thick skin. Next time I’ll just hold your head. The house smells of pasteles… Read More Calloused.
So maybe worrying about such trivial things should just fade for me. I see everyone else out here just living or appearing to live and I am here. Just here. Listening to his dreams feeling foolish for my own. I’m finding it harder to resurrect my once free spirited self. Life’s ways have an undenyig… Read More Tea conversations: part 1
With me turning 27 in another month or so, I have a few things I wanna work on: 🎈this year was about keeping my word. If I say I am going to do something then I stand by it whole heartedly. I’ll leave when I say I will and ain’t no turning back. I made… Read More
It’s from challenges/obstacles that the true self emerges. I am stuck and frustrated at this moment. Look, sometimes I accomplish things that I have no idea how I did it. No idea. No words to guide. No recollection of movements. Just going with a feeling. I managed to create something with my hands and I… Read More Second guessing.
I tend to freak out a lot. As of lately, my freak-outs have been increasing. When I say I wasn’t always like this, I mean it. I’m on my lunch break at work. I made broccoli seasoned with honey butter, a dash of salt and maybe too much cracked black pepper. I paired it with… Read More Lunch break conversations.
I pray a lot. I do. In the morning, during breakfast. I just pray. It’s simple conversation about things I struggle with like my relationship and past lovers who won’t leave me at peace. I speak about the day ahead and how I hope it’s a great day. Lately it’s been a lot of conversing… Read More Morning conversations.