Registered for the Atlanta AIDS Walk & 5K Run with my best friend in October :-)
This is my first time doing something like this.
I’m so excited!!!!!
— Unknown (via h0lycake)
I was reminded of something yesterday and this morning.
My 20s is the most critical period of my life. So many of life’s important decisions will be made during this time.
The most significant one being that I don’t want to just change, but I want to transform in Christ. It’s an overwhelming feeling, and I really cannot explain it—but I feel this so deeply that it compells me to take action, because of how uncomfortable I am.
It is being brought to my attention that there are things that are hindering me….
And if that something or someone is not helping me, it or him/her is hurting me.
If it is not adding to my life, it is taking away from it.
I really need to pray on this, and I need to do so without ceasing.
Quick vintage updo
My hair style from last week—takes only five minutes to do and all I used were bobby pins. I filmed a tutorial for it and as soon as I started editing, I realised how blue the lighting was. Lesson learned: don’t try filming on a cloudy/rainy day. Sigh. Will re-film it though.
Also, this has been my go-to low manipulation style these last few weeks when I’m pressed on time or feel like doing something simple :-)
“Everyone my age is so keen on having friends, relationships, and being in love, but I’m OK with being single. I’m not really ready to be in a relationship and give my full attention to someone—I don’t even know how to give that to myself. Before I can even think about committing to someone else and their problems, I want to fully commit to myself. Now is the time to get to know myself and what I deserve: I need to be selfish now, so I can be selfless later.”
State College, PA
“I’m 49 years old and I was in prison for 22 years. Now I’m struggling to take care of my children. It’s rough. I’ve applied to every job and every agency. You serve your time, you get out, but they hold your past against you—your time is never considered ‘served’. I’ll be serving it for the rest of my life. I’m free, but I ain’t free.
“I have hope, though. I don’t give up. I know something good’s gonna happen for me. I know it. And if it doesn’t, I’m not gonna do nothing that’s gonna send me back to prison. The only thing prison does is teach you how to do wrong—how to be a better criminal.”
There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.
— (via the-taintedtruth)
u know u starting to catch feelings when u like the way their name looks on ur phone when they text u. please stay woke.
Artwork by Samuel Rodriguez
People always apologise for flaking on me at the last minute as to why they couldn’t do or couldn’t commit to what they said they would do. The reasoning being that they are suddenly busy, are swamped with work, or “forgot” (and include a
reason excuse as to why they did). I am usually a very understanding individual, and I sympathize.
Yet, I am starting to feel some type of way about this. Because these individuals don’t really seek my understanding. They seek my pity—for me to let them off easily.
And somehow, it is always brought to my immediate attention that those who flaked on me participate in things that do not appear to relate to what they bailed on me for in the first place. It literally feels like a slap to my face. And I wonder, is this God showing me this? Because it has been a pattern this past year, quite honestly. And it has occurred a lot in the last few weeks.
The thing is: We make time for the things we actually want to make time for. We remember the things we actually want to do.
That is called prioritizing. I have a life too. And I surely have a LOT on my plate. Yet, I still make time for the things or the people that I care about. You can ask anyone I personally know that I am there when they need me, and even if I am not readily available—we will find a way to make it happen.
There are 24 hours in a day. 168 total in the week. Now, consider how many hours or minutes are in an entire year. How much time do we spend idling around or doing things that we really shouldn’t be doing? How does it feel when you are flaking on s
We may be busy, but we are never that busy.
I am done with these excuses.
I miss you.
I miss us.