What is a Blog? My Thoughts....

So I've been hesitant to post things because my mind races with several thoughts a day. Should I post several paragraphs in one day or am I supposed to blog one time a day? I think I'm going to just do it MY WAY. I can't base what I will be off of what everybody else isn't (Thanks Jay!). Let's get it cracking with the top things on my mind today:

1) LET TIGER LIVE!!! Why is he the topic of discussion? I could care less about what he does or who he does it with. Just like I didn't care about Bill Clinton, Kobe Bryant, or any other celeb/non-celeb person. Who you sleep with is your biz.....I COULD CARE LESS as long as you're doing what you love, good at what you do, and you aren't physically harming others, me, or children. Let's drop it, please....Could we get on with life and maybe talk about the white folks that snuck in to the state dinner? Let's HYPOTHETICALLY imagine they were people of color. What do you think would have been the immediate after-thought???

2) So I find out that Lil Wayne claims to have been "raped" at age 11. Although I am not surprised, it is disturbing that he is encouraging one of his 15 yr old boys (in his camp) to "start fcuking" cuz he's young money. Ugh! Ummm....excuse me? Que? Uno mas tiempo por favor???!!! A HOT MESS!!!! When did it become okay for us to impose having sex at a young age? Hell, it's just like I posed this week....what happened to dating? Going to the movies and actually WATCHING? What happened to parents not letting J and Chasmine sleep in the same room if J needed to sleep over? I d k what's happening these dayz....but, hey, It is what it is...or is it?

3) GRAMMYS------Sooooo, I'm officially convinced that its something up with Beyonce, Jay, Swift, and the whole camp. That's all I have to say. Fill in the blanks and tell me what you think.....??? Write in the comment section.

Last thing of business for RIGHT NOW....I will write as I can. Granted, I am currently applying to doctoral programs throughout the US, finishing classes, working three jobs, and living life! I am still getting used to this blogging thing.....I guess I should just go with what I feel instead of trying to stay traditional....I'll do me.

Until next time (whenever that is)...Peace.

"Color Purple"

Pride, Ego, and Politics stops us from Progress.

I should have recognized that something was wrong when I began to question my beliefs.

I should have recognized that something was wrong when I began to question my intuition.

I should have recognized that something was wrong when I began to question my sanity....

I began to lose myself.

I began to feel like I was drowning in a pool of worry and conflict.

I began to feel like the walls of my lungs were deteriorating my ability to breathe.

I began to feel like the nutrients in my soul were being diminished by toxic bloods of external beings.

I began to lose myself.

In the Color Purple, Celie found who it was that she was after being lost for so long and defining herself according to the standards of other people. Many might say, why would you choose to compare yourself to Celie (one of the lowest of the lows)? Well, when I look at Celie....I see strength. I see the ability to maintain when the times were hard. I see the ability to sustain when push came to shove. I see the ability to allow herself to become engulfed as the foundation of another and other people's worlds. To be an active actor in that process takes monumental strength, vigor, and resilience. One thing that I have figured out about myself is that I love who I am...but, I question my sense of being when I come into situations that seem more "profound," "enlightened," and "enriched." Yet, as I contemplate on the bullshyt I sacrificed internally for the love and positivity I sought externally, I realize that the problem really wasn't without, it was within. I needed to find my voice and believe in the things that I once held dear and to the memories of myself that don't even remain too clear, but were positive and self-motivating.

Sometimes we forget who we are by trying to become who we are not. I never was what I aspired to be...I could and can never be what I thought was needed of me. I can only be me. By trying to achieve a false reality of self-concept, I denied the most important key to my being...that was me. Now I'm singing, "NO MORE DRAMA" by Mary J. and thinking of the vigor of Celie. I'm praying for the heart of my mother and the unconditional positive regard of my father, God. I'm not religious, but I do believe in the spiritual connections we have within the universe. My naivete of believing in false imperfections of presumed "righteous" external power.....has been obsoleted from my spiritual being because I deserve more and I have found what I was looking for.

Moral of the story: Be you. It might be cliche, but it is REAL. When you try to assume roles that are not naturally a part of your course, you reject your TRUE sense of self. The only person that suffers is you.

Reject the negativity

Reject the manipulation

Reject the lack of evidence.

Be True to You and Love You 4 You....Imperfections and All. 

My First

Sooo, the time is finally here.
For years, I have heard from several folks, "K, u should be a blogger..."
My Response: I don't really have time....how can I exude that much energy?"
My Mental Response to Self: "It is the power that is within that brightens up ur day and begins to exhalt itself from your body through ur pen and paper, or your keyboard and screen."
Thus, the end result: THE OFFICIAL FIRST BLOG!!!!

I can't really say what will be or what won't be.
I can't say it'll be just about celebrity gossip.
I can't say it'll just be my random thoughts.
I can't say it'll be about making choices or making moves.
I can't even tell you that it will always make sense....
BUT, what I CAN and WILL say is that it will always be the TRUTH.

I won't know how often I will post or effectively coordinate the spirit within my soul to sit and write my words....
But, it will be an experience. A journey. A new life. A new me. A new way.

Enjoy. Peace.