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Goodbye Dating: I Don’t Want You, I Want Me, Myself & I

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I could sit here and write some overly-dramatic rant that nobody really cares about, yet I’d prefer to keep things short (yeah right, who am I kidding,) sweet, and oh so to the point. Trust me, there is a point here…one that is very RAW.

ThinkSoul25It’s 2014 and more than ever this year, I’m on my Wonder Woman mode. This 6ft Amazonian is putting things in gear to live the life she wants.

This year, I’m truly keeping calm and loving me, myself, and I. With graduate school (MA in Design) on my horizon, a new body (workout routine 5-7 days a week is paying off,) and a raw new look on relationships, I’m just totally in the mode of doing me. If it’s not about myself, my career, my dreams, my looks, or my satisfaction, then I don’t want to waste precious breath on it.

You see, in 2013 I tried really hard to put others before, specifically men that thought I was into, but then after careful consideration realized they just weren’t for me. Whether they lacked an ambitious career drive or lacking in the physical department (looks,  fitness, etc,) I just decided that in 2014 I won’t settle for lames. Continue reading

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Ask Me Out, it’s Not Rocket Science

jazzsooveritYou see the picture to the right? Yeah, that’s me and I took it the other day while lying down at the dance studio. I only had 3 hours of sleep within the past 30 hours and I was just so over it. Well apparently this picture doesn’t solemnly exemplify my sleepiness, but also it’s a great billboard for me saying “I’m so over it.” Over what you may ask. Well at this point I’m just kind of over this whole process of dating. Continue reading

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The Pressures of Being Coupled-Up in “Hollyweird”

Wrote this a few weeks ago, but figured I’d finally share it on here! Sorry for it being late!

Ever since that controversial performance with Miley Cyrus at the MTV VMAs, Robin Thicke’s “questionable image” has been circulating throughout the media. Questions such as “Was the performance inappropriate?” and “Was Paula upset?” have been asked, answered, and heavily pondered on blogs and celebrity gossip sites. But the media storm doesn’t end there. Continue reading

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The Art Of Finding…Whatever It Is Your Looking For…

Dc Rooftop viewNearly six months have passed since I graduated from University of Colorado, and my big move to Los Angeles in November often feels like a haze. It feels like a distant reminder of my old aspirations to live the Hollywood life, and the great disparities enticed by a struggle that my bachelors degree couldn’t rescue me from (at least not in Cali.)

With the memories of struggling, homelessness (hotel to hotel and nights in the car,) heartbreaks, and crushed dreams behind me, I’m now 22 years old working as an intern in Washington, DC and living in the capital of Maryland.

I’ve come along way, not just these past six months, but even the distant frustrations of Fall 2012 are now lingering fragments instead of op-ed essays.

Armed with sheer brilliance and determination, I’m now on this enigmatic journey of finding…something. What should I be looking for? What do I need to find? And the biggest question of all: Why do I need to be on the search for something?

My answer: Life is the fulfillment of achieving the answers/solution to our organic and artificial desires. To my understanding of the woman I’ve evolved into and have become to know, I realize that I’m not complete until I arrive to a realistic equilibrium that brings forth harmony in my life.

The actualities of success, happiness, and a sense of tranquility amongst one self, are not cookie-cutter experiences that each of us holds dear, oh so near, to our hearts. The journey of finding whatever it is your looking for, even if it’s yourself, is a collective journey of your timeline: experiences.

Our experiences become the ingredients for the cultivation of personality, values, distinction, relationships, and dreams.

My experiences, which range from tragic (stories for another time) to joyous life-changing moments, have brought me to where I stand today. My dream…hmmm…good question. Given my circumstances and my passions (which are still shifting,) I don’t have a concrete dream, but I do know it will marry my love of music and art. 

Perhaps an art gallery, a lounge, a cafe, or maybe even a record label just for house music. I don’t know yet, but I know as the years go by and as I rack up more experiential knowledge, I’ll be steps closer to the evolution of my dream. But for now, I’m on the majestic journey of finding happiness, comfort, love, health, and whatever else life has in store.

Life is calling me, I just have to answer the call…

Hey Diddle Diddle: Books I Loved As a Kid

Hey Diddle DiddleBookstores are my addiction; give me some coffee, I’ll browse for hours! Whenever I see a bookstore, especially if it isn’t a mainstream chain, I have to clear my schedule and go spend several hours browsing every section. And even though I don’t have any kids (and not really big on the idea of having them,) I find myself stopping by the children section for the sack of nostalgia.

Not just for the sake of nostalgia, but on occasion I’ll read children’s books and help my mom decide what type of children’s books she would love to illustrate. And last weekend, while spending a good hour or so in the book section at Daedlus Books, I couldn’t help to get all giddy reading some of the books I myself loved as a wee child.

Talk about shelf-life! Some of these books have been around for over a decade and I bet some of the ones I was reading in the 90s have history that go back decades before. Let’s talk about Hey Diddle Diddle. Remember? The cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon, and how about those running spoons? Classic nursery rhyme, a book that I loved as a kid. :)

Hey Diddle Diddle was (and still is) a great story that is booming with whimsical charm, but there are a few other books I loved as a kid. So in the spirit of memory-lane and the joy that comes from reading a great book, here are a few of the books that I cherished.

Do you have any books that you loved as a kid? Feel free to share!

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Urban Hippie: So, This is Life After College Graduation…

Afro PowerRoughly five months since I’ve graduated from University of Colorado Denver with my Bachelor of Arts in English Writing (minor in Film/TV,) and I’ve stumbled upon several realizations. Initially,  I was often under the daunting assumption that I’d hit the pavement running once I had my degree…but that isn’t the case. I suppose you can say I’ve been basically living life as a urban hippie with a nomadic track-record.

My stint in Los Angeles lasted from November to the first week of March, and now I find myself back on the East Coast with my folks. I’ve tried my hand at attempting to find full-time work in the Washington, DC area (LA was even worse,) and to no avail, I’ve had no luck in snagging a “chance.” I could be dismayed by this abrupt realization that life-after college isn’t quite a breeze (considering student loans hanging over my head,) but surprisingly enough I’m quite content with my circumstances.

Graduated high school early as a Junior at 17 and knocked out college straight (including summer semesters) prior to turning 22 years old (this month is my birthday.) So, I guess you can say this “time-off” is actually a blessing in disguise; my brain can actually delegate its attention to my creative ambitions and not the tedious tasks of someone telling me what to do.

Being at the hand of someone else has never been my style. Call me stubborn if you may, but I’ve often functioned as a self-made business woman and gifted entrepreneur with a niche for generating cash. I’ve made thousands of dollars simply by freelance writing and cultivating my commitment to my plot in life as a writer. Struggling artist in the eyes of some, I’ve vehemently declared an elusive desire to actually make this work. Yes, I’m a writer, artist, and multimedia junkie with a passion for photography and film, and I hope to have a career doing what I love; creating works to be rejected, scolded, praised, honored, and apprehensively accepted.

Freelance writing and contracting my design/art/illustration services to clients has been a great way for me to build up my repertoire as a writer, but that doesn’t mean I’m hanging up my shoes and calling it a day — the marvelous journey of hippie-dom and explosive creativity has just begun.

College-educated, check-mark. Arrived at my threshold as a writer? Absolutely not. I’m not done with my aspirations in the field of writing, actually I’m on the other end of the spectrum. Of course being a brillant literary maven doesn’t require formal education/training, but I do have unnerving desire to leap forward into Journalism School in 2014 and allow myself to have the experience of a lifetime engaging in research, reporting (which I’ve yet to experience,) photojournalism, documentary, and all aspects of convergence journalism. The ambition is set in stone, I just have to open up the jigsaw puzzle and put the pieces in their proper place.

Peace!As I embark on this journey to explore all aspects of communication and the potential to step into a career that might even be lucrative (but if not, who cares, I’m doing it because I believe in it,) I realize that I’m never going to be the conventional woman who aims to live in the lap of luxury; all I want is to be able to create, listen to house music, rocking my afro, eat healthy and organic, and have a stress-free lifestyle that involves authoring books and producing thought-provoking articles. So if I never became famous or land that huge job that I always thought I would once graduating college, at least I’m true to myself and my passion for writing, art, and film.

Some may (and do) call me a starving artist and urban hippie, but at least I’m starving for what I believe in—writing my own destiny and forging a path that brings true happiness…the ability to create works that could touch a soul with one sentence, one brush stroke, and one shot.