i love tide

i did 2 loads today.

i hope my neighbours were ok

but then again, they’ve been having sex so loud I had to put an angry rap playlist playing full volume on my phone that I put directly on the ground. they didn’t continue for that long. hopefully they got the message.

today i was dreaming about a home. ahhh. it’d be great to have a home with a backyard. a big open kitchen. big windows.

i gotta reframe my thoughts and what i say because it’s energy that can contribute to manifesting what i want…so it WILL be amazing to have that home. let’s not worry about how to get there, and just get ready to receive and be there.

back to my laundry. is powder or liquid detergent better? i don’t know why, I just went with powder, even though i used to take the liquid when I was using my buildin'g’s laundry.

either way. smells good.

i am grown

I just did a meal prep…for breakfast!!! Do people do that?? I don’t know, but I made too much porridge this week and it felt so good to already have something to heat up and start the day on the right foot. Soooo I had to keep it going. I made lots of crepes.

What’d you say???? Yeah, #adulting.

My Christmas tree is still up tho.

But I’ve been doing lots of laundry these past few days (CUZ U KNOE, NEW WASHER OR WHATEVAA)…

Do they cancel each other out?

The point is: I made lots of crepes!!!

And I need to get a clothesline so that I stop hanging clothes to dry on my wooden chairs.

today and its fluidity

random thought of the day

Funny how (am I really laughing tho?) I see how I’m becoming like my mom in certain ways. I just looked up “antique kettle” on kijiji, searching for a type of copper antique model that could be one statement piece in my kitchen decor. excuse me, wah? she’s the queen of kijiji + queen of antiques. I used to think it was “old”, so “passé”….and here I am following in her footsteps. I love a good mix of antique and modern. I guess my style is fluid in various ways. and I want to embrace that as something beautiful.

some random gratitude of the day

Today, I feel grateful. My day started on the right foot with such an inspiring meeting that made me feel seen, and heard. I also feel grateful for hugs. Hugs from the ones you love are priceless. I got 3 today.

I guess fluidity is also moving with the flow without constraining myself.

be gentle with yo (me) self

a serious post will follow.

I had an assignment due today. I have been stressing out about it and that was kinda blocking me from starting?? ahhhh. I had a talk w ma best friend and she reminded me how the work that I do and what I critique about the imbalance in power structures, and all the oppression that impact someone’s day to day also applies to me…it’s like I’ve been reading and reading about Black feminism, intersectionality, and all the things and really relating to it but somehow I had separated myself from it?? interesting (hm..ok, is it really?) contradiction. so yeah. it was reassuring.

reminder to be gentle. reminder that perfection doesn’t exist. reminder that the day to day isn’t comprised of unlimited time that I can dedicate to my masters. reminder that my masters is also there to accompany me as I find myself in the routines and rhythm that fit me best, the grounding ones, the ones that promote my wellbeing.

also. early 00s reggaeton was the da shit. I love how I can appreciate so many kinds of music and various types of humour. I’m kinda picky for food tho. Oops!

the real ass beginning

I received something in the mail today. Luckily, there were no thieves. I found my lil package near the front door. Enough about the boring details. The point is… I GOT MY SHARPIE PENSSSSSS!!!

You know when you’re inspired to write and you just shoot your heart out on the page, but a shitty ballpoint pen is stopping your heart from living its best life? Come on! The struggle of writing a word and then having to come back to the second to last letter cuz there was no ink, but then the ink won’t shoot at that particular area on the page, but does elsewhere when you scribble?? That was me yesterday. Frustrating. Having to adjust the angle of my pen and the way I hold it. I had to change who I am, lower myself to adjust to this non-impressive pen! How low is that?!

Anyways. I got my Sharpie Pen with a fine felt tip. Y’already know how my heart is about to dance with the pen as I play the “middle-man” on the page. (Can we say middle person? I’d rather say it like this. Too lazy to Google it right now. Not like you could respond back to me…So I’ll just leave this intimate me-to-me conversation here.)

The end. Not that this was a story or anything but I felt like ending like this.

The real ass end.