Not a white refrigerator!!!!

It’s official. I’ve missed 2 blog days. And as much as my initial impulse was to feel bad about it, I was able to remind myself that it’s a process….and that’s ok. We all take vacations sometimes, don’t we? (I mean hopefully, even if it’s for a couple of mins or hours.

Alright so…I’ve been binging cleaning and organization videos. What’s gotten into me????? Idk but it feels good to have a clean space. I guess it was because I had a lil down looking around my house and wanting my own renovated house with big countertops. It felt so far awayyy, ahhhh. I watched one of those decluttering videos and the lady ended with “If you love what you have, you don’t need anything”. Such simple words made me tear up. They also boosted me to go on a kitchen cleaning craze. I mean, I went. for. itttt. Omg, I just laid down on the couch and fell asleep. There goes the first missed blog day.

I’m back tho. And I feel better about doing little things to make my space feel more breathable. Because, the way it was before…as Nene said it….wheeeew, chileee…the ghetto!!

Also, I had a shrooms badtrip last night. But I’ll tell you about it another time. Whew! The ghetto!

DYING inside

I’m part of a sort of mentorship program, and we meet weekly to discuss where we’re at or to attend presentations by professional artists or past participants. Exciting, right?

Well, I had Zoom workshop today and let me tell you… Listen. It did NOT go as planned…

Sooooo first faux-pas: I thought it started at 2:30pm but it started at 1pm. It was a 1:09pm epiphany so I panicked and rushed to get in..late.

Second faux-pas: In order to follow as much as I can since I already lost 9 precious minutes (at this point, I could probably say 10 mins), I’m moving around in my apartment looking for my notebook that was actually just next to where the computer was.

Third faux-pas: As I was already up, I took advantage of the possibility to go pee. I wish there was a more poetic way to say it. To court my bladder and take her out on a date? I don’t know why my bladder is a she? ANYWAYS! Not the point! Where was I? Right, soooo, of course I had to double check that I was on mute, but I unfortunately did, 3 seconds into my bladder date. I WAS NOT ON MUTE, THEY ALL MUSTV’E HEARD MY GOD DAMN PEE.

I PANICKED. I WAS MORTIFIED. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!

In despair, I texted a friend who first laughed at my misery and then told me to just pretend like nothing happened and to be as present as possible. I could not think for myself at this point, so I did as told. I was putting on an act but was DYING INSIDE.

What a day! And it’s barely 5pm.