IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME. . .
So this summer has had some downs that have pushed me to look inward for peace. I've been feeling like I cant express myself. Feeling misunderstood. Overall, unattached to my usual creative spirit.
I used to complain and plaster my passive aggressive 'whoa it's me' excerpts all over my social media. Literally be salty, as if down times don't happen to us all. I've learned over these past couple of years how to handle my frustrations. Pray. I write in my prayer journal all the things I don't quite understand why are happening to me at the moment. But with every entry I express how grateful I am. For lessons. For love. For forgiveness. For friendship. For family. For growth.
I say this to express, my trip to the Japanese Tea Garden of San Antonio gave me a spiritual cleanse. Nothing soothes or recharges more than God's creations. Quiet. Serenity. Time. Even getting on a bus to another city. Step back from what you think haunts you and gain new perspective.
I flew to Texas feeling suffocated. I left Texas revived.
born in the bronx raiding harlem & your girlfriend is a knock-off me