I might have mentioned a few times over that I’m in love ❤️ with poetry. I’m not sure when this crush began or morphed into a such deep appreciation of words. During college I was first an Engineering student and do not remember taking any creative writing courses. So, I suppose it began on the streets of NYC, where I listened to beat-box artists on the subway or spoken word at local cafes.
My knowledge of POETS is always expanding. I lean on the New Yorker or Paris Review to introduce me to New writers. The latest one is Frederick Seidel.
There’s something about how I’m feeling today. It’s slightly different than usual and I want to explore share my thoughts with you. I’m actually writing this post from my iPhone so bear with me as I dig a little deeper…
Yesterday I had a semi-stressful day because I was dealing with a graduate 👩🏽🎓 group assignment that’s been hard to organize. It’s Thanksgiving holiday so who wants to study?! Also, a romance interest of mine went dark.
I think he disappeared into outer space.
Between balancing emotions and rational thought about either topic I didn’t want to loose myself, to not feel exactly what I needed to so I asked myself “Do you feel anything? I was surprised to discover that I really did, aside from the frustration of either scenario.
One thing that my current MBA program has taught me is that reading and writing are the tools to success. It sounds so simplistic and a little plane but it’s the truth.
Think about it, if we didn’t read then we would not be privy to excitement via text messages or subtitled French Noir films. And if we did not write, then we wouldn’t have the ability to express emotion on paper. Sure, we’d be able to explore or share our voice and physical movements but the ability to write is absolutely freeing.
I’m not sure what’s going on with Mother Nature but yesterday’s wind by the bay was incredible. As I tackled my daily walk I couldn’t help but sorta dance in it! 💃🏽 Read More
Soak in lift off while you sip on sparkling water and wash down the jalapeño chips you’ve been daydreaming about.
Sundays are for sleeping in, dreaming and taking time out to relax. I used to work furiously on Sundays, burning my candle at both ends but no more. I’m over that and honestly, I’m not sure why I took to working on Sundays with such a vengeance.
So many retail Sundays.
So many Soho Sundays in a grand loft office in front of a Mac.
So many sluggish Sundays sewing, a passion that would grow tired because it became work.
So many Sundays catching up.
I alone am responsible for my Sundays past and allowing myself to squander what’s supposed to be a day or rest. Yes, there was money to be made and responsibilities to be met, but at what expense? I guess what I’m trying to express is that I’m finally at a point where I say no to work on Sundays at whatever cost. I now have personal boundaries, Sundays included, as well as set by me and me alone. I do not want to work on Sundays because I’d rather commune at church and reflect on the week ahead; make plans for my future with family and friends. And when I’m not doing the later, I want my Sundays to be sacred. PJs in bed, french press coffee, eggs, toast, jam, reading, napping and repeat all day long.
What about you? How do you feel about your Sunday?
PS. Below are images I snagged from the world wide web, the first actually being a sketch of what I hope will be my garden soon.
“Write your name, Moni” whispered my Cognitive Therapist.