Hello!

Currently listening to "Hello" by Erykah Badu. and in the time it took me to figure out this button and why Jaide was sneezing so hard, it switched to "Bag Lady" so listen to them both by clicking the link below lol

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So its Friday! and I'm about to set off for the weekend. I want to relive the thrill of free-time as I enjoyed it last weekend. realizing some days I may be tired, but free time is precious so Imma use it to make memories and enjoy life! If there is anything my constant want to better myself has taught me its that while I have a deep invested interest in self improvement, the work and time that I put into these projects and skill building are/ can also be just that: work.

Side note: writing this, IDK if its the music on but its hard to hold my own focus. I find myself drifting off in the middle of a sentence, kinda coming back to the original thought in the end, or just kinda facing in the general direction. Page is a practice for sure. This kind of concentration isn't often enough for me. I feel this even in my grant writing.

So many things to say write now. where do i begin?

this week i took a hit on my wrists and i took a hit to the chin.

not for real of course

sometimes I throw out metaphors

like its the only

way i can wrap my mind around a feeling.

words and focus like a knife,

i find myself releasing

the true thought from marble or clay

whatever it is that I'm working with that day

and when my thoughts start to stray

I remember the page

and the whir of the street blade, the strum of lauryn's guitar

all become the stage

for this poem

for the wordsmith to stretch out and over;

blanket the environment;

break like bones, so when they heal

we all share the same rib.

Ever end up on the outside looking in?

Like what the fuck just happened

like totally was tragic

trust the process, trust the magic

This one is called "Where You Are"

Greer Cabaret Theater, Byron Nash, one man, one beer, humanities festival. Pittsburgh all week

all week almost McKees Rocks only, bus stop, disturbance, downtown, dudes, black man, ashamed,

little man, real nigga, Atlanta, crown, how dare you, I'm sorry, thank you Mr. bus driver, pulls off

pulls off, pull out face, social media, rat race, nut case, no mental health laced, personal history trace, seek ye first

the first name, let you soul glow, honey taste, not a mention. don't give up and anytime you want to write it out let is say

don't give up as many times as you need it to and look at the words as you type them to encourage you and write because you care and write with your chest sunken in like it is now

and write without inspiration or energy and write like its a pair of legs you use to walk 5 miles to Hoboken and back and write like a channel swimmer and write like its channel orange and write with tunnel vision and weak word choice and don't give up even when you feel like its corny keep going keep going keep going!

Friyay. 10 minutes to 10am. When the clock officially begins to CCCADI. wondering what projects I can work on today. Already know what I need to do once I get on. I want to read through the scripts for NAUWU, finish watching afro picks and write up drafts of historical summaries for afro picks and one other live program. maybe also watch CBDS on Martin Luther king. and also a film and the post-film discussion. you know. Looking at it this way is exciting to me.

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