Late nights and early mornings.  There is something about the anticipation that keeps me awake.  Reminiscent of that little kid who was invited to the birthday party and picked out their outfit weeks prior because they were so excited.  Keeps me wondering and eager to embrace 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, just a bit.  Being at this altitude there is a certain freedom that comes along with it.  A certain frame of mind and an escape into my imagination.  That is a wondrous place to be.  If you know me, then you know.

Life has shown me so many things. While I travel from one side of the world to another I miss the new place I call home already, but I cannot wait to embrace the familiar memories.  The best friend, the dog who truly 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.

​So...pack your bags and let's go!

​~AJ ✈️

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 Liars
• Fuck Narcissists
• Fuck Non-Support
• Fuck Jedi Mind Tricks
• Fuck Bad Energy
• Fuck Bullies
• Fuck Ignorance
• Fuck Unacknowledged Feelings
• Fuck Rudeness
• Fuck Horrible Food
• Fuck Bad Service
• Fuck Backstabbers
• Fuck Two-Faced Friends
• Fuck Bad Hairdressers
• Fuck Not Knowing Your Worth
• Fuck Allowing Second Chances When They Didn't Deserve The First
• Fuck Sunburns
• Fuck People Who Look At You Strange Because of Your Tattoos
• Fuck Diets
• Fuck Anything That Get's In The Way of Your Peace

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Fuck it Friday is in full effect with no apologies, so let's go!!!

~AJ #FuckItFriday

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.
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​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.

~AJ 💫

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.   
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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.