“I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.”— Alice Walker
All work and no play make for a very overwhelmed and uninspired Lucy Pearl. Equipped with a laundry list of things to do and see, I decided to take an impromptu midweek trip to Savannah for a few hours. I was craving time to recharge and to appreciate life.
Due to time constraints, I wouldn’t realistically have been able to appreciate everything Savannah had to offer but I made the most of my trip. I ate and did my share of sight-seeing and people-watching. That was more than enough.
Over the weekend, love permeated through my social media accounts. Graduations, babies, weddings, family gatherings – all of the things that make the heart smile. I felt the love and happiness through my computer screen.
I’ve had the pleasure of spending quality time with my not so little cousin Marcha these past two months in Atlanta. This girl is something else. She loves her family, loves herself and laughs a lot. She’s inquisitive and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants. She has funny sayings like “tough business” and “yaaassss GaGa”. She is intelligent and pretty much amazing. For this short period of time, her presence really made me happy.
When most little girls and boys were playing with baby dolls and action figures, I was busy entertaining myself with my board game called The Game of LIFE. Man, I wanted to be a grown up so bad that I was okay settling with the toy version of adulthood. Should I go to college or straight to work? Should I have a family of four or travel the world? Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. And surely, just like in real life, your choices will be affected by the path you choose. That’s just life.
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Sometimes, the only way I am able to express myself is through art. I articulate my emotions and thoughts visually and through writing because I feel that these are pure forms of self-expression. To be able to channel that expression and to be willing to explore it is a gift. As a result of that exploration and expression, I feel that I possess a sense of purpose.
I do not claim to be an artist in the traditional sense but I have an uncanny connection to art. I’m inspired by others who are gifted artistically. I’m inspired by people who recognize that inspiration is in the everyday insignificant details. They also acknowledge that inspiration requires passion and energy. I’m drawn to individuals that exhibit that intrinsic creative genius. Perhaps that is why I am inspired, and straight cuckoo, for Solange Knowles.
Over the weekend, I planned a photo shoot but I cancelled it prematurely because it was supposed to rain. On the day, there was not a cloud in the sky. I don’t think I’ve ever been so disappointed to see sunshine.
Also, I got a new iPhone (finally). Captured some great photos. I was so excited! When I got home and backed up my phone, they all got deleted.
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?