2025

The word is thrive.

I want to thrive this year in terms of my self love, self care and all the self things. I want to be my healthiest. I’ve been working well while continuing to not do all the things. I feel in place. not scattered. I got rid of some things. Some people left my sphere or maybe I just don’t hear from them as much.

And I’m tired. The world, worlding tired! Not productivity tired but perimenopausal/menopausal tired. I go to bed at a decent time. Im barely on my phone throughout the day. Hormones won’t let me drift off the way I used to. But naps. Naps are the real bag! I have less anxiety these days but more annoyances. I’ve been spending time alone outside my immediate family. Other folks don’t call or text me much anyway. I’m okay with that now. focusing on oneself doesn’t mean one doesn’t care about people. Just when everyone else was focusing I was checking on them. Hated it.

I’m spending way less time on social media. I have a writing schedule which consists of three hours most days but at least 3 days a week on slow weeks. This doesn’t include journaling which is every morning. Still trying to leave IG! I’ve joined Substack and love it there. I love writing one minute plays and not overthinking them. I’m not there looking for subscribers. I’m having fun and that’s necessary. And I’ve gained thought partners on some things.

I have all the expectations to be good to myself for myself.

Thrive.

A week/day of randoms

Someone decided to light a pile leaves on fire in front of our house last night. Somehow I missed the entire thing but told the police/fire department “ I knew I smelled something” And our cameras caught none of it. UGH @adt!!!

Beyonce performing at a random football game that’s not the Superbowl?

I feel like mercury will be in retrograde for the next four years.

Found me and my partners name on some random AI site sharing our recent tax info/case but didn’t share that our case was resolved because we never owed anything to begin with. Thankfully we’re those freelance creatives who keep very detailed and thorough financial records. I hate it here!

Found a list of businesses that supported he who shall not be named. I quickly unfollowed and unsubscribed. Cheers to my little superpowers.

I wish UBER had an option to not choose drivers who drive Tesla. More superpowers!

I need to release my rage into this next revision of Familial Comforts ( The Black Woman Play)

I just want to create and not create content about what I create.

random sightings

crushed yeezys dangle from a telephone pole

a broken african mask is headstoned in a dirt filled yard

squirrel dips in a red cup…by a yellow door

wonder is this the way to Jesus as two Black cats cross my way

I would like to have a benefactor or patron

who will pay me a monthly fee to write, create and do me.

truth is…

menopause is some bs. body turning against me. The truth is your mother won't have the capacity to answer your questions truthfully because she’s lying to her own damn self ignoring her own body’s vengence. truth is people want to live in the myth. people want fiction and strangers to validate them. You friends and family don’t want your truth. not the hard ones. They want theirs served soft, easy to swallow. Truth ain't hard. It's what it is. truth is no one got time for your blues so keep wading in them waters alone. This is what it is to be a Black and woman. On nobody's mind until you're gone. Gone in the head or from this world.