I’m looking forward to the summer. I need warmer weather in my life and a tan would be lovely.

I’m focused on better things today. I’m loving my reflection and I feel fortunate to be alive and well.

I’m learning about self-love in ways I was blind to as a young girl.

I’m cultivating thankfulness regardless of the motions.

I’m appreciating all things.


Run on

My mind is everywhere… literally. I’m always thinking about something. I’m scatterbrained even as I chase around a curious toddler but every now and then (naptime) I decide to let the world into my head.

Today I’ve been thinking a lot about success. I’m still trying to figure out what it means to me without letting society’s definition make me feel like a terribly unproductive human being. In certain areas of my life I believe I am succeeding and then those thoughts (always the mind) recall the other areas of my life where I have yet to even taste it.

Life is tricky and I’m just trying to get a hold of this one opportunity.

What is success for you?

It takes a village.

If you took a moment to read into my posts about my son, you could quickly decipher how protective I am of him. Before I even knew I was having a boy, I felt deeply compelled to guard my child by all means.

I was facing a lot of issues externally and internally during my pregnancy. I spent a lot of time alone, just my baby and I. Failure and shame followed me daily and I fought so hard to keep them from consuming me. If they ate me up, my child would reap the disaster they caused. I felt it was completely up to me to raise Renzo and so when he was born, my thoughts came to life too.

There’s a well known quote that says “It takes a village to raise a child.” and that quote bothered me beyond words. I didn’t want not one person trying to take credit for the work I would ultimately put in as a single mom. All the problems I had been dealing with were creating these mean, isolated, prideful thought patterns- keeping me from taking anyone’s advice.

It takes a village to raise a child.

It takes a village to raise a child.

It takes a village to raise a child.

It followed me everywhere. I heard it everywhere. I did not understand it and I didn’t want to because I thought it was going to take away from my role as a mother.

I would be lying if I told you I completely get it now. What I can say is that I am no longer running from it. The things I know, I can teach him. However, I don’t know everything and there are other people who he can AND should learn from. My fears will only hold Renzo back from all the growth that comes with new experiences.

There are so many ways to be a toxic parent if you’re not careful and I am learning that now.

Life is beautiful.

Today I knew I wanted to acknowledge the beauty of life. It is a gift. I look at my sleeping son and I can’t help but feel incredibly fortunate. No matter what goes on in my life, I have this amazing little human being that makes life worth living. When he smiles, my heart leaps. The beauty of life takes its form in my son. Maybe you can’t relate to that but you have your own reasons. Embrace them and don’t ever let anyone or anything keep you from feeling absolutely blessed.


It’s all good

There are certain things in life that we just can’t control. Yes, human beings are actually pretty powerful but we aren’t THAT powerful. I’m not speaking of manifesting greatness with your mind or topics of that nature. I’m referring to the moments in life that are just plain shitty- however that may look for you.

If you had the ability to change those parts of life you would have but…. you could not. It was just out of your control.

Often times I find myself trying to contain everything in my life but it’s really hard to be happy when you don’t know how to let shit go.

It is what it is 

Life goes on.

Shit happens.

Surrender to what is.

Everything happens for a reason.

All those made up mantras and I still struggle to just live in the present and take each day as it comes.

It’s okay to not have control over everything. Make peace with yourself and all those experiences. All the good things in life that are meant for us will never pass us by.



Today is a special day.

Happy Anniversary to my grandparents… 53 years down and forever more to go.

I am thankful for them and so proud to be their granddaughter. Whatever these next few months may hold, of two things I’m sure: they love God and God loves them.