End of Summer Check-in

My second Summer in New York City is coming to an end. One of the most important lessons I’ve learned is this: if the train car is basically empty in the Summer it’s for one or two reasons, either there is a homeless person asleep or there is no air conditioning. The latter is much worse than the former because there is something about getting off of work, walking in the heat, standing on the hellish train platforms and getting excited thinking you’re about to get a seat…It’s never your lucky day!

I’m very proud of myself. I do struggle with imposter syndrome because I’m doing the things I said I would, the things I never thought I could and it shows. I figure hey, you move to a new city you better get out your comfort zone. I’ve embraced that part of my journey but it can be complicated. I love having a hobby to be passionate about. I didn’t know I was a poetry girl, I never read it as a child or a teen but I’m so grateful to have an outlet to channel my emotions. I’m a poet! Who would have thought?!

I know I’ll be writing a poetry book one day, could probably begin today but I’m a procrastinator. I have to let the inspiration come to me. Bringing a thought, a dream, into reality is not as easy as it seems, though it is doable but the amount of work you have to put in plus faith can be draining. I’m too stubborn to give up. When I say I have tunnel vision, it’s a good thing and a bad thing. If I truly want it, I know I should have it, then is mine. Thankfully, I have learned the hard lesson of letting go…currently learning? Hm.

Thank God I survived 27! This Summer matured me, humbled me, built me up and broke me down then built me back up taller and stronger. Such is life. I also had a lot of fun! And I looked beautiful doing it. Let’s discuss the blonde while we’re here: I never do color, only black, but I’m so in love. This not Ms. Ashanti, this Ms. Honey. Respect her! Now let’s see how long she lasts before I miss my actual hair. Getting all my sunshine selfies in until then.

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