I swear, every time I get on one of my social media sites, I always see a post from this young lady that urges me to do more work, better work. Her tips on writing, her inspirational words of wisdom and experience and her stylish ways all inspire me to keep pushing. Say hello to the lovely Katrice (pronounced Kay-triss).
1. I’ve only gotten my hair lifted (process of lightening hair) once, by my sister, a year ago. Very old. My color has gotten lighter/brighter on its own.
2. I don’t have a hair length goal. I’ve cut it all off and back. It doesn’t matter to me. It’s just hair.
I have to admit that I knew nothing about kale a year ago. In general, I love greens. They are chock full of nutrients and not bad taste-wise. The best part is that it is super super easy to prepare. Whether you toss it in a salad, bake it for a light snack or add it to a delicious smoothie, kale is definitely a veggie you don’t want to skip out on.
This sautéed kale recipe came from the back of a package that I bought from Walmart. Below is my version of this recipe. I don’t usually measure so I will include the store-bought recipe.
In college, a few of my friends and I took advantage of the free wellness activities offered on campus. Our torture choice was Pilates. Man, that was a real work out. That was also four years ago. I’ve had a brand new mat, still in its package, laying in the trunk of my car for over a year before I decided to stop being lazy. So when Wellness Wednesdays rolled back around at Atlantic Station, I finally put my mat to good use.
This year marks my 14th year living in Atlanta. Over the years, I’ve met some amazing church friends that I’ve grown to call family. I had the pleasure of celebrating with one of those friends, Naomie, as she graduated from Georgia State University. She is one of the most exuberant people I’ve ever met. So petite yet full of so much energy. Needless to say, we had a blast. My body still hurts.
When I first started blogging, it was more of a public journaling experience. I didn’t care who read it. I didn’t care who commented. As my blog grew, more and more people would tell me something specific about a post that really inspired them. Then and only then did I realize that someone actually reads this thing. One of my biggest fans of my blog is Miss Heather Lindskold of Between the Covers. I can ALWAYS count on Heather to like, comment or share one of my posts. I have never met Heather in my life but I promise, the support I receive from her, a complete stranger, (well not really because we’ve beeeen buddies on Twitter ), means the world to me. And I know it comes from a genuine place.
In the beginning, I used to take it personally when my close friends didn’t read my blog. Not in a badgering “Why haven’t you read this post” way but in a “What I did this weekend is up on my blog. It’s been up -___-” kinda way. But, I got over that really quickly. A while back, I attended a going away gathering for a friend and one of the ladies said something that completely transformed my perspective on receiving support from friends. She said “your friends are not your customers”. OOP. And it makes so much sense. So when a friend of mine asked a question on Facebook yesterday, I had the perfect (well, I thought so) response for her.
My friend asked:
“Why is it that you can receive more support from strangers than of those who you’ve known for years?”
My elaborated response:
The highlight of my weekend was being able to witness the nuptials of two of my friends. But, not without some pre-wedding drama. If you were in Atlanta this weekend, you experienced the monsoon winds and incessant rain. I was already running a little late to the wedding. My GPS noted that I was only five miles away from my destination. But not before I got into a fender bender with a white Mercedes-Benz. At that point, I was absolutely ready to burst in tears. Just two months ago on a rainy night, someone hit me from behind. And now, on a rainy day, I hit someone from behind. Just my luck.
My mood was completely ruined. I texted one of my friends letting her know what happened and that I would not attend the wedding. Long story short, after exchanging insurance information and shooing off the officer, I was able to attend the wedding. I’m so glad I did!
There are some people who come into your life to show you something and then leave. There are others who come into your life and completely ruin it, lol. And then there are some people who come into your life and unknowingly help you become a better you because of who they are.
I don’t remember how we met. I just know that she has changed my life for the better.
Today is my best friend Bekky’s birthday. I’ve never done this before but she really has a special place in my heart. Never have I ever met such a genuinely humble, giving and caring spirit before. Bekky has truly taught me (and is teaching me) what it means to be a good friend.
She’s done SO MUCH for me. The least that I can do is to use my platform to share some of the few things that make her a beautiful individual on her special day.
I cannot recall every little thing but what I do remember is…
1. Having an assignment to sleep outside during homelessness week and her coming along.
2. Her family sending me to London.
“It’s not enough to be busy; so are the ants. The question is: what are we busy about?” ~Henry David Thoreau
I can’t say that celebrating my birthday is something I enjoy doing. Most times, something bad always happens. But this year, I really did enjoy myself and my company.
In the midst of my “loner” moments, I forget how much love I have surrounding me. And it’s the little things that matter to me the most: the time spent and the memories. It’s the things that money cannot buy.
I’m so very grateful to the few people who came out and celebrated with me. The new and the old friends. I really appreciate you all. Thanks for the memories. XoXo.