Happy Friday. Another five day work week bites the dust. Monday flew! Tuesday ended with a blink of the eye. Wednesday felt like Thursday. Thursday felt like a Thursday…. Today feels like a party…. I will slow dance with the weekend…. Happy Friday folks.
“It’s better to be a lonely couple than a lonely 1..”
“I know it’s crazy out there, but Embrace the Chaos”
“Read The Room”
“These Next 4 years will be a blur”
#FAFO (Just Sayin)
“Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff”
“You are a Wizard”
“Let Jesus take the wheel”
Thanks for hearing me out.✌🏽
Don’t know what to write right now, but I do want to write something.. I’m addicted to the feedback, be it negative or positive. 6:41 am in need of a pick me up. All in need of a positive outlet to release whatever to a template. Content of thoughts of struggle, culture, opinions, and whatnot..
Any kind of feedback, be it good or bad, is a victory. The purpose of applying said art: singing, rapping, drawing, and writing is to receive a type of reaction.. Self crititization is good. Most of the time, you want to see where you stand. Hit send, and then you will see where you stand. Everyone has opinions, so as an artist, you have to embrace that. It’s a cruel world within the comments. If weak enough, it’ll prompt you away from achieving greatness. That small quote you want to post, but won’t because you’re worried about how it’s going to land with certain folks. That painting that you’re afraid to share with the world could be worth millions. Maybe you’ve created a rap track that can change your life, but it’s stashed in your storage files locked away from the public. But the millions of folks that do participate, I gotta give them a round of applause for the bravery to put out whatever content online. I admire their boldness. I also would like to give it up to the rude commentary from the miserable onliners. It hurts when I read them, and it’s not even my content that their clapping at. I can’t help but admire their audacity. So Be Brave. BE Bold. Do the Do
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?
Unfortunately, I like to dwell on the past. By the time I come to my senses, it’s too late. Especially when it comes to dating. It’ll be so close to getting to that next level. All of a sudden, I’ll fumble the ball in the end zone. 10 out of 10 It’ll be my own doing from just dwelling on the past. I can only think about failed relations. Dwelling can also,fortunately, conquer good opportunities, from gigs, side hustles, and even dishing out good advice. I tend to stay on the right now instead of the future. I like to keep my finger on the pulse, but I have no problem getting hip to whatever is poppin, whether I disagree or not.
Are you in a rut? Do you feel a heavy ton on your mind and body? Do you feel yourself about to have a meltdown in public before stepping off to a corner to take some deep breaths? These are only a few examples to avoid by adapting vices to release those negative chemicals in your system that can temporarily alleviate those nasty symptoms. Me,
I like to go to the Driving Range and work on my long game. Golf is a stress reliever, but I must warn ya, learning the game, and getting better at it is very addictive wich is why it is 1 of those positive vices. I like to avoid the other vices, although I tend to gravitate towards them every once in a while (Nobody’s Perfect). The gym is another positive vice. Just the aspect of working out with a community striving towards their workout achievement for the day. It’s definitely a good distraction for whatever it is that is trying to bring you down. You want to turn those negative forces into attempts. Which is why you need to pick a vice, a positive 1. Like Painting.. That 1 right there, you can’t go wrong with that 1. Get your Bob Ross on and make “Happy Accidents”. Go to a public studio and join that session where they offer that sip of wine while you paint. An idea place to go for that first date. I like to brainstorm different ideas when it comes to letting some of those negative chemicals. Writing is definitely a strong way to divert away from the bullshit! Just write. Whatevers on the brain bro just write. You’d be shocked at some of the stuff that comes out on that phone, laptop, PC. Like me. I’m obi-wan kenobing the shit out of this thing that’s trying to bring me into a funk… It’s all about the fight.. You got to beat the devil outta those negative chemicals.. Happy 2025. Stay positive and stay away from the nasty negativity.
My life without music? My first thought would be I’d go insane but that would be a disrespect for the people with no hearing at all. They’re still moving through life with no sound, but they rely on their enhanced senses, like Daredevil, to motivate their minds to carry on. Me, on the other hand, I need that sound, that beat of the drum, that pulse from a baseline.If I had a life without music I would have to rely on the sounds of mother nature. The sweet harmonies of the birds, whistleling of the wind, the pitter patter of the rain drops. I can even detect the sound of the Sunrays. You listen carefully. You CAN detect that sound. But this planet wasn’t created for the purpose of life without sound. Sound WAS created from mother nature and the elements of the human struggle. I listen to so much music that if born in the early stages of this planet, I’d create something musically. My ancestors in Africa, who then was kidnapped and brought here to the states, created a sound. Be it African rhythms or Blues, Jazz, Rock, and soul, all inspired from mother nature or life experiences. Be it from animals or the elements of the earth, the struggles of human life. The pain from life as an African-American slave in the Pamper wearing era of the United States. Psychologically, and physically different gengoras of music was formed. I would probably be a dope painter like a Bob Ross. With no sound to distract me, my art game would be a knockout. I would add another imagination about my pen game, but thinking about it now, I would need to here a soundtrack to inspire me to write that interesting line. ( I still have a very, very long way to go regarding the pen game) But life without music wouldn’t be the end of my world, I would just have to find other avenues to make life interesting, everyone is not built that way though, like the old saying goes ” Music Calmes The Savage Beast”
Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.
Every family has that special member that goes hard in the paint when it comes to cooking. My auntie Lee was that. My first epic bake was Peach Cobbler. Because of auntie, it was a baking success the first time. The second time was an epic failure. I was feeling myself and didn’t seek aunties counseling. That was over 10 years ago. Now I can bake apple pies, blueberry cobbler, and even a coconut cake. all thanks to Auntie Lee. ” The Stove Queen”
Boardwalk.Long Beach,NY 8am
This is one of the few places where I do a run. I pushed for ten instead of the usual 5. I really get in a zone from the sight of the Beach and people doing their workout.
Jogging and blogging was the first on the to-do list for Sunday. I needed this one. I had to change sceneries regarding my routine workout. The spot I go to is cool, I make sure I get my money’s worth, but when you have mother nature shining her love upon you, and the beach air cleansing your brains, that’s a win.
So I’ll have to pat myself on the back for this one. This is a first. Blogging after a 10-mile run. A few months ago, I’d have drove straight to DD for that medium ice, then home and wait for the Jet Game. Welp, I will get that medium ice, and I will wait for that Jet game. Good job, Mr. Gorham. Good job.
Back when I was a little youth. I hung out at my Grandmas Beuty Salon Shop.. I would always beg her for a Jerry Curl like Michael Jackson. So, to kill time, I would read all the Jet Magazines I could get my hands on. Whatever was Trending that time made the front cover. Any African American artist that was poppin at that time made the front section.. “Marvin Gaye gets shot” front section. “Teddy Pendergrass paralyzed from the waist down” front section.
Back when I was a little youth. I hung out at my Grandmas Beuty Salon Shop.. I would always beg her for a Jerry Curl like Michael Jackson. So, to kill time, I would read all the Jet Magazines I could get my hands on. Whatever was Trending that time made the front cover. Any African American artist that was poppin at that time made the front section.. “Marvin Gaye gets shot” front section. “Teddy Pendergrass paralyzed from the waist down” front section.
About a couple of hours ago, I knew exactly what I wanted to write about. Working out at the gym will give you so many Ideas. I don’t do selfies when working out. This pic, however, is an example of a space I need to be in when blogging.. Home is not a place I want to be when blogging. Too many distractions and not too peaceful.. Barns and Nobles to me is like a gym for the brain.. Candy to the eyes. Soulful to the nose. The smell of new books is like auntie Lee’s Peach Cobbler Pie.
This blog is almost done. I need a few more lines to throw in. I like to do this in real time. I have a lot of info that was written in a note pad, journal books, or scraps of paper that’s stashed away, but sometimes I rather do it off the dome, like a top 50 MC. Welp, I believe my five minutes is up, so until next time….✌🏽
Happy Friday. Another five day work week bites the dust. Monday flew! Tuesday ended with a blink of the eye. Wednesday felt like Thursday. Thursday felt like a Thursday…. Today feels like a party…. I will slow dance with the weekend…. Happy Friday folks.
“It’s better to be a lonely couple than a lonely 1..” “I know it’s crazy out there, but Embrace the Chaos” “Read The Room” “These Next 4 years will be a blur” #FAFO (Just Sayin) “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff” “You are a Wizard” “Let Jesus take the wheel” Thanks for hearing me out.✌🏽
Don’t know what to write right now, but I do want to write something.. I’m addicted to the feedback, be it negative or positive. 6:41 am in need of a pick me up. All in need of a positive outlet to release whatever to a template. Content of thoughts of struggle, culture, opinions, and whatnot..…
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why? Unfortunately, I like to dwell on the past. By the time I come to my senses, it’s too late. Especially when it comes to dating. It’ll be so close to getting to that next level. All of a sudden, I’ll fumble the…
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