I waited for my daddy on our front porch, eager to etch his face in my memory. He had only been back home for two months, yet still I felt a determined urgency to study his face and link the person whom I loved in the corners of my mind for the past two years with the person in front of me. My brothers, Curtis and John, who were too young to really remember a time with dad, sat on the stoop comparing matchbox cars and fighting over the best piece of sidewalk to race them.
That moment was when those cute butterflies became lead weights in my stomach and I froze. I would prefer to say I blackout and vaguely remember what happened next but I would be lying. I remember everything exactly.
Stunned, and not wanting to alert my classmates of the internal crisis I was now experiencing, I gritted my teeth and pulled out the hair right there. Needless to say, I wasn’t prepared, immediately thought I was the only girl who experienced this, and walked to my dorm mourning my face because, of course, this meant I would need to reconsider my career path as a soon to be bearded lady (which never happened).
My dream is to be a writer and that one day you, dear reader, would purchase my book and find some sort of enjoyment or positive change. That may take awhile. In the meantime, I’ve put most of my efforts towards smaller goals like this blog. This blog is the culmination of my own personal […]
I am super excited to share this podcast! My siblings and I sat down to record and found ourselves in a great conversation about motivation and why we do the things we do…and why we dont. For most of my adult I’ve tried to muster motivation and discipline with no avail. Its been such a […]
It would be easy for me to assume that everyone has a perfect family experience. However, experience and reality suggests that might not be the case for everyone. Sometimes spending time with your family is more work than play. This Christmas, my family and all our extend cousins are going on a family reunion cruise […]
If you’re reading this blog your either: My friends and family. (Thanks fam!) A stranger who read another one of my posts and stayed around for more. Or you follow me on social media, finally gave into all of my persistent posting, and clicked the “link in bio.” (if you’re that person, go you!) With […]
I wrote a list of goals last week. And I mean real goals, not just the flowery ones that make me look like a good person. No, this list included both the passions of my heart for humanity and the desires of my heart for myself. As I was compiling this list, I realized my goals for myself have changed drastically in my late twenties. The things I jotted down for myself were far more directed and purposed in the same direction. Apparently, I have grown up over the years.
*praise break*
I spent two years crushing on a guy I thought was perfect.
No, the title is not click bait. This actually happened.
*facepalm*
I was an active member in a sorority. Honestly, I cant believe it either. What’s even more shocking is I’m sharing my experience rather than taking my little secret to my grave as I initially intended. But before I delve in offer an explanation to those of you who are still recovering from shock, let […]
I walked into my parents house last Saturday with no expectations except to say hello and to chat about their lives. What I didn’t expect was an ambush from my mom of questions about my dating life, who that one boy in that Facebook picture was, and when I planned to get married. -_- My […]
One of the biggest motivations for this blog is to redefine what life after twenty-five looks like. It’s a community for likeminded #posttwentyfive-ers who are still foolish enough to believe in their dreams. In my early twenties, I was a hot mess and had indestructible belief that the dreams I held in the safety of […]
Post twenty-five “Forever 21 is no longer your go-to store. Yes y’all. Your beloved department store when you were 17 starts to become almost “too trendy.” And even if you find something you like and fit in, you will most likely only wear it on the weekends because crop tops don’t fit office dress code.”
The following is an excerpt of a piece I’m currently working on. I pray this impacts you, even just a little. Enjoy! A published writer recently challenged me to write 500 words a day. I’d told him about my desire to write and about my struggle to get words down on a page. “I just […]
Post Twenty-five Life 