A lot has occurred since I've last posted in almost every aspect of my life.  I've met many new souls and buried the remnants of old ones.I picked up and switched states, and bid farewell to NYC for a short while only to move right back for a job opportunity back in the fashion industry. This was crazy for two reasons at most. 1. I told myself that I would never work in fashion again and 2. That I would never work for anyone else ever again. Let me be the millionth person to tell you, entrepreneurship isn't all that it's cracked up to be in the beginning stages. Nights shaking my ass at Le Bain til 3, only to crash Cafeteria with my girlfriends til 5 and walk into work with a latte to my lips at 9 will be some of the most care-free days in my life. Now they're replaced with 9-5 plantation shifts and late nights/early mornings working on my own brand and everyone else's. I felt like I was doing too much, but then again it felt like I wasn't doing enough. I felt impelled to record every moment of my life to prove that their was in fact shit going on. But really and truly, the joy of fulfillment would always get shattered by my responsibilities in reality (bills, student loans, ya'll know). When life issues hit you in your twenty-somethings, it feels like the whole world is crumbling on your shoulders. The pressure to be strong then becomes the straw to break the camel's back. So we fall into the pits of the "Perfectionist" pursuing the future instead of pursuing right now. I spend some days playing catch up with slumber while trying to catch up to the standards I hold myself accountable to. A hustler would say "It's part of the grind...", but I'm like "F*ck it, I need balance. And so do you.


I gave myself permission to live a little "lit-ter". When you give yourself permission to live free, you can separate yourself from bullshit by accepting 'what is' without your joy being compromised. Give yourself permission to live your best life by ignoring the self-critiques made by yourself and others. You don't always have to be the archetype of the millennial Black conscious girl. You know...the one who bends into asanas, toting rose quartz and citrine, Black-fist waving, affirmation claiming, natural hair swaying, neck and hips flowing stereotypical paradigm of the Black girl who has her shit together for the gram. Let me tell you now, you don't always have to have your shit together. Rome wasn't built in a day and neither can you rush your growth. Flowers don't pay attention to calendars, expectations, and time projections. They just blossom. Most of your healing will be done behind closed doors, so give yourself permission to become complete. Don't let your time, patience, or energy be wasted by anyone or anything. I truly hope 2018 brings us all so much joy as we bid adieu to 2017 in just weeks from today.

So therefore in the essence of "right now" give yourself permission to...

-Say no to shit that you don't want to do.

- Not absorb energies that aren't yours. Put your problematic homegirl on DND if you need to in order to preserve your own peace.

-Not think. Be proactive, not reactive. 

- Bypass those crazy expectations you hold yourself and others to. Expectations are disheartening, especially when you don't live up to them. So get rid of them all now and be happy with whatever progress you make, no matter how small or big.

- Not have your shit together 24/7

- Call people out on their bullshit. People are too grown to move unconsciously.

- Cut off toxic relationships without any explanation.

- Speak up for yourself whenever your truth feels like it's being compromised.

- Admire without comparison. Comparison will always be the thief of joy.

-Be unavailable.

-Be alone. Sometimes the best closure occurs in solitude.

-Help yourself before helping anyone else. Act like a pushover and you'll get treated like one.

- Not have the obligation to allow just anyone in your circle.

-See more. Say less.


Love, Peace & Light