June was a crazy month.
Happy 4th! If you want to wait until Monday to read this and enjoy your holiday, go ahead.
Between the family emergencies/issues, deaths, crazy gig schedules, this fitness competition has been a God send. According to my “love pattern,” my stoic nature helps me maintain my cool even if my life is f*****.
But I also attribute a lot of my level headedness to working out and pushing my body to the absolute limit (even if it is borderline crazy).
To stay busy, I released a song and I booked a gig at the same…
A story about sticking with your gut.
So I was going back and forth saying should I or shouldn’t I?
In the past 24 hours, there’s a gig that made me more uncomfortable than I like to admit to.
Back story: I don’t trust like I used to, I’ve had too many guys get handsy. That sort of thing. I’m human, not a sex object, and I’ve had to resort to alternate means/even distancing myself to get people to understand this. I’m not a play thing or a toy.
I’m all for getting outside my comfort zone, but my safety…
Currently got my 4 martial arts styles picked out. I don’t know if one exists. For my sake I hope it secretly does.
This recent fitness competition got me wanting more.
I took a break from it for a while. Now it’s a different world. Being a lady, walking the streets of NYC, even Indy for auditions I get a little uneasy when people try to surprise me and come up behind me. Naturally, I love giving people space, and don’t like wild turkey surprises. …
How I spent my first month of being a “Reverend.” This whole situation has me laughing so hard I can’t breathe.
On July 9th, 2021 was my 1st month anniversary of being a reverend. This is how I spent my month. (Some holier than thou, others are not 🤣)
First, I still want to say I still can’t believe it’s this easy to sign up and get a title. I’m not a fan of my parish and had some bad experiences with church that makes me not a fan of organized religion, which makes all of this more hilarious.
I needed a good laugh, and this definitely did it. This can’t be real.
I laughed so hard that I fell to the floor and couldn’t breathe. The past 48 hours on June 6th was wicked crazy and the week ahead was more wild (not gonna get into the story here). Felt off and super tired.
My mom came in and said she was a Reverend.
I’m like how? Reverend of what? Reverend of Donuts?
So my mom and a few other people signed up for this, and said it was real. And they can officiate weddings.
I’m like what?
Another email came in my email on why we compare and compete.
Let’s be honest, we’ve all been sucked into the unhelpful behaviour that is: comparing ourselves against others. It’s likely you’ve compared yourself to someone even in the last 24 hours.
But why do we do it?
Well, it’s the way the human mind has evolved. Thousands of years ago, if we wanted to survive we had to constantly be on the look out for things that could hurt us, and in the modern world we have inherited this. …
I responded to a recent group post on Facebook about normalizing not wanting to be in a relationship. That post nearly has 1000 likes. We have a major circle of trust, so I’m not going to post any screenshots (it stays in the group.) I’m like get it girl. Here’s my 2 cents. WTF they keep putting this in my face for idk. I’m retired from this topic, remember lol. Where the damn food topics at, that’s my speed (and lane for that matter. My Instagram is loaded with food and Instagram photos.)
Girl you’re a saint for posting this…
The best email came in my box race weekend. Read below for details.
It’s important to understand your surroundings and the emotions you feel with those around you.
You want to make sure you are uplifted and supported by the friends and family you make.
It’s crucial to set boundaries and cut off those people in your life that make you feel anxious, uneasy, invalid, foundationless, and unreasonable.
You MATTER. Your feelings MATTER.
People that make fun of you or take your insecurities and basically throw them at you are not your true friends or people you want…
At least I know where you stand.
I told my mom that I rather not have kids also because I don’t want to pass on a genetic condition (I only know of one so far) and one invisible illness that I have to any daughters (or sons for that matter). I would secretly feel bad and terrible. My friends would have to be in my face to convince me I’m not a bad mom, because I would automatically feel like it if they got it. Or if a flare up happens and I would be so debilitated that I can’t…
Last piece before my birthday. I’m going to say things I usually don’t say because I’m discovering new hangover cures.
I literally just came home from going out last night for the first time since the pandemic. Hydrated a lot before going out to drink.