Late nights and early mornings. There is something about the anticipation that keeps me awake. Keeps me wondering and anticipating the inevitable. That is, greeting of friends, familiar places and the smells of what I used to call home.
It's been a while since I have traveled. I grew fearful of what society told me to be afraid of and in the midst of that I stopped living. Being at this altitude there is a certain freedom that comes along with it. A certain frame of mind and an escape to my imagination.
Life has shown me so many things. While I travel from one side of the world to another I miss home already, but cannot wait to embrace the familiar memories. The best friend, the dog who really loves me and the energy that I will soak up like a sponge in a never ending stream.
I realize that I have missed this. All of it. Well, this is just the beginning. I'm flying high and enjoying this journey and taking all of you along with me.
I decided to join along in protecting my mental health today and especially every Friday! Holding my middle finger up high for any of the BS that we all might encounter from time to time! Take notes, this is major!
Fuck it Friday is in full effect with no apologies, so let's go!!!
As I take the time to sit here and write this post, it all feels different. I can't recall the moment it changed, but it did and I'm beyond thankful for that turning moment in my life.
I've been running on fumes all week. Early mornings and late nights. Busy with my 9-5 and busy with challenging and pushing myself to dig deep and really get into my favorite past-time. It's not that I have been slacking, it's quite the opposite. I make it a point to create something every month, without the pressure of feeling as if I need to beat someone else to the finish line. It's a personal and attainable goal that makes me happy as a writer and creator. At the end of the day that is what truly matters.
With a mind busier than the strongest working bee, I have been hitting the keyboard as if it was going to turn into a sea of mud at the stroke of midnight and my words would be forever lost. I love the late-night thoughts, the hustle, and the feeling of clicking publish on yet another story, another tale, another FYI on gardening to-do's and not's, and giving another accolade to someone who has inspired me or maybe even the world.
They said I changed a lot, I said a lot changed me ~Fuckology
When I made my mind up that I was going to do what felt good, I created my website. It was hard work, but it was simple, a tad generic, and all mine! I spent quite a bit of time researching apps and fonts and making it feel like a breath of fresh air. I know I have accomplished that, with a few minor tweaks here and there. I also put a huge chunk of time into asking others for support. A text here or there saying hey read my work. Or perhaps in the midst of a conversation throwing in a subtle or not so subtle reminder that I have a website, and I, and it are amazing.
As I said in my very first sentence, I can't recall the moment, but the purpose changed. I am no longer consumed with those texts, or conversations asking for a comment here and there. I am not embarrassed to allow my thoughts to flow freely, nor am I asking for permission to go for all that I know I deserve. Don't misunderstand, I will always share my work where it's appreciated and without a doubt I want my work to be adored. I have high hopes as I should. I know there are times when I have made someone's morning a little brighter or offered midday inspiration and perhaps a thoughtful gesture because of something I have written.
Evolving is a process that develops gradually and I thank God and this oh so amazing universe for walking with me along the way.
Music serves as the backdrop of our lives in so many ways. It is our solace in times of need, our energy when we feel that urge to get up and dance, and a head-shaking, feel it deep in your heart and down in your soul type of vibe that keeps us coming back over and over again to the hits that capture our attention and leave a lasting impression.
R&B/Soul singer & songwriter Meli’sa Morgan does just that with her amazingly beautiful voice. A legend is putting it mildly. She got her start at a very early age singing in the Starlets of Corona gospel choir in Queens, New York and that shaped the foundation of what was to come for a very successful singing career. Releasing her cover version of Prince’s “Do Me Baby” in 1985, the song topped the Billboard charts at #1 for 4 weeks. Writing hit songs that you know very well; Do You Still Love Me, Fools Paradise, Good Love, and her latest song, “Footprints Of An Angel” which is currently #1 for 2 weeks on the BCFM Soul Charts & #3 on the UK Soul Charts. A platinum award-winning songwriter who has worked with Whitney Houston, Freddie Jackson, Chaka Khan and so many more. Fiercely talented, gifted, and unforgettable.
Her personality and spirit match her voice and that’s simply beautiful. She proves the magic and love for music are here to stay, and we are here to listen!
Born and raised in Queens, New York, you sang in a gospel choir, called the Starlets of Corona. Many singers and songwriters have given credit to their start in the church as the foundation for what was to come. Tell us about your childhood and how your experiences molded and prepared you for the music industry.
I loved being raised in Queens, NY. It was during the time when the neighborhood was a real neighborhood. Everyone knew each other, we all went to the same school. We visited each other homes. We knew their parents, they knew my parents. A great time to be a kid.
Moments worthy of celebration. Graduating from high school. Landing that seemingly perfect new job. An engagement of two souls in love. The birth of a new baby. Or perhaps, the purchase of your dream home. What are a few moments you recall that have gone down in history as the reason the party hats were pulled out of storage and the save the date announcements were sent?
If you took time to reflect, you would be surprised how long that list would be.
I'm a true fan of firsts. There is something about knowing this amazing feat has never been accomplished and it serves as a healthy reminder that just about anything is possible. I say just because there are limits, however, if you don't try and push yourself you will never know and realize the full potential that is within and just waiting to get out.
Time and energy are as important as peace and purpose. I vowed to stop watching the news about 7 years ago. It brought no joy into my life and it was full of much anguish and turmoil. Doing more harm than good to my mental state and something told me that needed to be protected. I begin to refocus my energy on more important topics, and before I knew it my outlook on life, in general, began to change.
It goes without saying if you had eyes and ears you couldn't help but notice the hearings of Supreme Court nominee Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson. In what would at times be a very heated exchange, it seemed unfair and unnecessary that her character was on trial in such a probing and unforgiving way. One of the questions asked, "How does one human being do so much, so extraordinarily well?" I wanted to put on my cape, jump in to protect her, and shield her character from the unknown, the doubters, the questions, and the evaluations. I don't have that power just yet, so I closed my eyes tight, and prayed, I hoped and I wished for history to enter the world yet again. This time in the form of a strong black woman with a message to bring and the background to back it all.
The saga is never-ending. Just when I thought there would be nothing left to amaze me, I am amazed all over again. Homeownership has taken me through a few things. Some were self-inflicted and some were necessary to remain enclosed in four walls. A tad bit exaggerated but please allow me to be extra when telling the events of my real-life true story!
Visions of perfection, the right shade of pink, or the muted and sexy shade of blue are the images I had in my mind when I walked into my home for the very first time. If I'm being honest the vision I truly had was running in the opposite direction. But, I digress, so what was saying again? Oh yeah... Instead, I was slapped in the face with a dusty matte grey. I hated it! Well, fear not, my trusted followers, because my home is nothing like it used to be, except for a few rooms that I have yet to convert to a box of Crayola crayons. I just close my eyes and take a pick and hope for the best color to excite me. It's the most fun I have had with decorating and trust me I have done this quite a few times.
There is no comparison to look at here. Men are clearly from another planet, and Mars sounds about right. I'm just trying to figure out when the ship is coming back to pick them up and drop off a new batch. Let me start off with my disclaimer. Yes, I know not all men are walking around portraying themselves as humans, while being 100% alien.
Now that I have gotten that out of the way, I along with several of my female counterparts all across the world would like to know, what's the deal? Why has dating become so hard? Why are men so closed off when it comes to expressing themselves emotionally? And why is it necessary to play mind games when it's so easy to simply be honest. So many questions, and I'm not sure I have all the answers.
If you have ever sat down with your elders and listened to their stories of courtship, love, and commitment it is quite understandable to feel a need to achieve this level of undeniable love before you reach your golden years. Or perhaps, you have watched one too many love stories and allowed an unhealthy obsession with the made-up theories of love to shadow what love should actually be, feel, sound, and taste like. Yep, with love, everything tastes better. Can't find this seasoning in any store though. Bummer huh?!
The climate for new business ventures has taken a dive. People are hesitant to invest and indulge in projects and passions that perhaps won't provide a guaranteed return. The CBD business, however, is booming, and Aashir Jabbar has decided to get his piece of the pie with his entry into this highly lucrative world. His positivity, drive, and infectious spirit make you stand up and take notice. Without further adieu let's hear from Mr. Jabbar, and learn more about his business, while educating our minds, bodies, and spirits!
◆ How are you doing on this amazing day?
First, I would like to say thank you for this wonderful opportunity and I’m well on this amazing day. Thank you for asking.
◆ You recently launched your online CBD store called Pure Canna Wellness. First of all, congrats on starting your business, and I wish you much success! When did the idea to start this business turn into the passion and drive to ultimately just go for it?
I’m originally from Texas. I met Dr. Sebi’s son in 2010 through a mutual friend who happened to be living in Dallas as well at the time. We immediately bonded and became close friends. One day, we were entertaining the idea of partnering up and selling herb formulas he learned from his father and creating a business together.
At that same time, I was going through a hard time in my life. Our mutual friend who spent time in Hawaii mentioned the experience of living there many times and suggested at that time, that I should consider living there if I had the opportunity to do so. After a week of thinking about the possibility of living on an Island, I decided to make it a reality. I quit my job in 2010 and moved to Big Island Hawaii. We started a business called Go Green Leaf. With Sebi’s son, Asami, his wife at the time Lateefah, and myself, we started creating formulas of herbal supplements & salves and began vending at local spots around the community of Pahoa Hawaii. Long story short, I moved back to the mainland in 2014, worldly things consumed my life for about 5 years but the desire still remained. My father passed in 2019 and soon after, on Christmas Eve of 2020, my mother passed and spiraled me into unhealthy habits. CBD helped to curve those unhealthy habits and that’s when the light was reignited.
As a little girl, I watched my mother and grandmother garden. At the beginning of Spring, I knew it was time for the ritual of turning the soil, clearing out weeds, and planting seeds. The idea and chore behind it all never seemed appealing. Play in the dirt where critters live and breed? Nah, I'll pass.
To my surprise about 30 years later I was doing the very thing I said I would never do. Cultivating and loving my garden while running from the occasional bug or two. Hobbies are meant to ease your sanity and bring instant joy to your soul. If not, it's time to find a new hobby. There is a certain level of peace that comes along with gardening and yard work and I completely lose myself when I'm putting my green thumb to work. It's the therapist you never knew you needed. But don't get it twisted! Gardening is truly backbreaking work, however, the end result is well worth it. Get your notepad ready, take notes, because we are getting down and dirty!
So, you've decided to try your hand at growing something. You've killed more plants than you can count and you have sworn to stick with the plastic plants that are forever green while requiring zero water. Doesn't get easier than that! But it does. Following rules are important for most things, and gardening is certainly no exception.
I've heard people say you shouldn't live for the weekend, well I certainly do! I enjoy my weekdays, however, there is nothing like the weekend when I can truly let my hair down and exhale.
With only two days to absorb any and everything that is not of work-related jargon, I take in projects here and there. Sitting down has never been my forte, which is probably the reason my grandmother would make the statement that I must have ants in my pants. As confused as a child could be, hearing that statement, I kinda knew it meant I needed to sit down somewhere. The problem was, I didn't know where that was, so I've been moving ever since.
My eyes target various weird things to get into. Noticed a slight smudge on the entry door into my laundry room, which creates a scrubbing frenzy to remove any signs of stress and dirt. Or perhaps, the baseboards that require close attention. If you get too close to anything an imperfection or two is bound to pop out and make instant eye contact. I'll just start at the basement level on my hands and knees cursing myself out along the way.
After relocating, my body went through a few changes. I'm not the same 24-year old so the recovery time was quite extensive. I listened to this body of mine on most days, and when I didn't it caused a visit to the doctor who advised I had a herniated disc in my back and would need to take it easy. As the doctor continued to speak a foreign language that I surely did not understand, I said no problem doc! Ok, you might be wondering what the hell I was doing to get to this point, but I don't even know. I mean I might have an idea or two, but who needs to talk about the past!
Back to the story...
The move put me into a state of pause. I felt as if certain things I loved to do had lost their flair and excitement. I was no longer the busiest bee in the hive and that was alarming. Cooking, decorating, and flowing into my own space. I was in an adjustment period and needed time to unpack in a mental and physical sense. Now that I feel rejuvenated, I find enjoyment in small, medium, and sometimes large-sized projects that I throw myself into. Getting back into cooking meant I was finally in my happy zone.
So, it's the second day of the workweek. I vowed after my last project that I would sit down and do absolutely nothing. But, that would be telling a lie and that just isn't my thing. I found the cutest little paintbrushes for a tiny-sized project. The grout in my guest bath is not of a color that makes me smile, so I bought grout paint. Simple and exciting right?! After this project, I have a few more but this is so easy I'll have it done in a flash. It's the story I always tell myself. Whether it's true or not will determine what new ideas I come up with.
Therapy comes in ways you least expected. I often speak of joy and finding peace as it is the backdrop of your life.
It's not so much how busy you are, but why you are busy. The bee is praised. The mosquito is swatted. -Mary Flannery O'Connor
Bees are known to be very active. When summer greets us with the never-ending sunshine and beautiful weather you constantly see bees buzzing around and doing their thing. I asked google, why are bees so active, and here is what I found. 'This behavior is normal, and means they are settling into their new home.'
I rest my case. 🐝
"This is how you do it; you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it's done. It's that easy, and that hard." -Neil Gaiman