I have to admit that it took me a while to get settled into the new year. To get comfortable; you know set the mood, center myself for what looks like another year of (slight) uncertainty. Have my pillows ready so that I can land softly just in case there are any hard blows.

Each season teaches us something. But I think fall is the season that has taught me the most. Showing me that there is beauty in change. Beauty in change, sounds paradox doesn’t it?

I have never had a problem saying what I think, to myself. But communicating it to another person, now that’s a whole different ball game. Forming words is not something I have issues with, I am a writer after all.

So then how do we deal with bad habits?

I haven’t written poetry in a while. The words within me couldn’t find their way out it seems. I pushed and pulled and prayed and nothing. I listened to ocean sounds, took a walk in nature, let the sun hit my face yet still - nothing.

When life gives you lemons...We've all heard it one way or the other: try and make the best out of the given situation. God doesn't give you anything you can't handle. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

With outside gradually opening and me being me after pregnancy and after giving birth, there is a lot of anxiety that comes with it. Who is this woman?

With thirty around the corner being just a few days away, (I could have sworn I just turned 21 the other day) I have been reflecting a lot on my twenties. How things went and how I got to where I am today.

“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.” This quote by Oscar Wilde has followed me throughout the years and has constantly been a gentle reminder and here’s why:

Why is it that we’re always so quick to move on. When Nicki Minaj sang: I wish that I could have this moment for life, I, belted it from the top of my lungs.

Let's drop the fear of public failure. Growing up in an African household one of the things I heard a billion times was the phrase: what will people think? What will people say?

Cleaning can be so therapeutic. If you would have told my 13 year old self that this sentence would one day come from her mouth, she probably would not believe you.

It’s been a while, it’s been a minute. And it feels good to be journaling out in the open again. I hope the year has been treating you well so far.

Months went by in a flash, so many things happened yet at the same time also there were so many things that didn’t happen. If you’re reading this, take a moment to thank God for your life

As December was approaching, there was an urge to do something more. Something that wouldn’t put me under immense pressure and something that I loved doing.I love writing, I love poetry, it makes my heart sing, truly makes my heart sing.

Not to add to the feeling of heaviness, I want to write about something light today. Because we all need light in these dark and uncertain times.

“I wrote a book and ran out of pages. Too many words, too little paper.” This is a black woman appreciation post.

I went out to eat on Sunday and it kind of felt like the last supper. Waitresses and waiters were extra friendly, the anxiety and fear of the unknown laid thick in the air, while conversations were at an all time high and the drinks were flowing like an open tab.