A friend suggested I watch this documentary and I’m glad he did. Side note: if you come across a doc you’d think I’d love to watch, shoot me an email! Anyway, although I was hoping it would be longer and a bit more in-depth, I really enjoyed it. Using psychologic research and real life interviews from people across the world, ‘Happy‘ examines the importance of happiness.
“The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.” – Benjamin Franklin
My friend Jana is here celebrating her birthday so I treated her to lunch at my favorite place, West Egg. Happy early birthday, Jana!!!! Lets get this grown up turn up.
I thought long and hard about what I would do for this Ford Fiesta social activism post. I thought about volunteering or highlighting an entrepreneur’s business. All of those are well and nice things to do, especially during the holidays. Giving back is good for the soul. But as I was getting ready to go, an uneasy feeling made me pause in my tracks.
I decided that I was going to a nursing home yesterday. I was listening to Beyonce’s new album and the track, Pretty Hurts, immediately resonated within me. For the past few days, it was the first song on my mind when I woke up. As I struggled to find something to wear, I realized that I didn’t really want to go. I know, that sounds really horrible.
How can I not want to spend time creating a care package for someone who probably never receives visitors?
Sometimes I think we use charity as a way to feel good about ourselves – to feed our souls. Let me spare this dollar to a homeless person. There, I’ve done my good deed of the day. Or, You really want that sandwich? Don’t worry, I got you. Because I’m just a good person like that. But really, are you a good person? Shouldn’t doing and giving come natural to you? To us?
Do you ever stop to think about who would mourn you if you were to suddenly die? I know that’s kind of a dreadful thought to have but an interesting one none the less.
After being emotionally drained from watching The Best Man Holiday, I headed over to my cousins to replenish my soul. She forgot to mention in her brief text invitation that her “dinner” had a theme. Not really surprising to me; my cousin loves to throw fancy gatherings. And I’m always here for them.
“Where there is love there is life.” — Mahatma Gandhi
You know those days when there’s so much to do that you don’t really want to do anything? That’s pretty much how I felt this weekend.
We had our annual Halloween party at work with the kids. This was probably the largest turnout. The kids and parents alike had a lot of fun.
I enjoy the stillness and lack of plans of my weekends. There’s something great in choosing not to participate in all of the many things going on around you.
I’ve gone back to staying home on Fridays and making it a movie night. I’ve also gone back to Saturday worship services. I occasionally attend [now] Progression Church. It’s small (how I like it) and focused on the Word. No pomp and circumstance, no frills, genuine worship and people. I was not prepared for the sudden dip in temperature, though. I still haven’t forgiven Atlanta for skipping over Summer. I couldn’t take it if my favorite season did see the light either. But we did manage to take a few pics. Keep your eye out for these dudes on the blog very soon.
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ― Mark Twain
Words of wisdom from Umair Haque.
1. You can’t find inspiration if you can’t face heartbreak.
2. You can’t be inspiring if you’re not willing to have your heart broken.
3. If you’re not feeling inspired, it’s because your head’s getting in the way of your heart.
4. Inspiring people don’t make the sensible decisions. They don’t make the proper decisions. They make the right decisions.
5. Inspiration is when the heart opens itself to possibility.
Break your heart. Mend it. Make mistakes. Live. Try. Learn. Do it all over again.
This past weekend was the first time all summer (I think) when the weather was perfect and I actually did something everyday. Friday night, my friend Naomie and I went to a live taping for a gospel artist named James Fortune. First of all…I have never in my life experienced such…I don’t even know the word to describe how disgusted I was. Long story short, we waited in line for close to an hour after they announced that the concert was oversold. I just don’t understand how you continue to sell tickets once you’ve reach capacity of the venue but, oh wells. From that moment until they miraculously found seats for us, people screamed, pushed, crowded and damn near protested. It got ugly, at a church event, no less. We got in and the show was long, but GREAT.
By the way, I love being Black. LOOK AT US!!!