Listen. Instead of baking your skin to a crisp these next couple of days, pick up something refreshing to cool you off. It doesn't have to be a sorbet, but I am just saying. I LOVE mango sorbet and I am delighted that Etna has it in its line of flavors.
That's it. The day I need to be 4 to 5 inches taller or more I'll just get on a wooden stool or brick. And I am okay with that. I recently nose-dived into my closet and pulled out these turquoise stilettos that whenever I put them on, I develop an immediate fear, not of heights, but of falls.
It's Friday. I feel fortunate to have lived through another week. As much as it may not have been the best week of my life, I'd like to take a moment and relate five things I am grateful for.
1. I am grateful for a sound and working mind. For the past seven days, I woke up with my memories and master list of things I need to do. I woke up, swinging my feet off the bed and when they hit the floor, I rose. It may be small, but I am grateful that my body is functioning.
2. I am grateful for the people who've encourage me to excel and pursue my dreams. These days I get a lot of that despite my own thoughts on my abilities. I don't care to think about where I'd be creatively if certain people were not there to constantly check in or give a word of encouragement. It means quite a lot to me. A public thanks to them.
3. I am grateful for (I thought I would never say this) air conditioning, and also fans and rain when it happens. These got me through those insanely hot days. I've been donkey sweating, man. I know the sun is hot but goodness. It's crazy sometimes.
4. I am grateful for laughter. It eases tension and stress and deepens the bond in nearly any relationship. Whether it comes via comedy or a told story or reminiscing. It's a good thing and I am so glad it is free.
5. I am grateful for muffins. They make breakfast in the mornings so easy. My favorite combinations are banana/cranberry and apple/oats. That is one food I can eat for breakfast always because as a carrier food, the combinations are endless.
What are you grateful for this week?
I was a sophomore at Pace University, the Pleasantville campus, New York when it happened. The morning was crisp. My mind swung between the pending group presentation and if I should wear my long jean trench coat and a dressy top. Then, my hair was straightened and almost bob-like having unraveled itself from sleeping wrap around my head. My roommate, I think, was lounging in her bed and from our corner window on the third floor of Martin Hall the campus looked alright.
The place is hot. You might be thinking, of course it is; it's the Caribbean, but honestly speaking it is a tad hotter than usual and with heat like this it would be wise to unleashed all those tank tops. This one recently arrived from Threadless in Germany.
It is official. I am allergic to people who are chronic complainers. Why do we even bother to complain? I mean I do complain, but why do some people complain about the same thing every single time to a point where, when you do see them after several months you can roll your eyes at their approach because you know they are coming with the same old thing. Terrible.
This past week, I was on a salad binge, every leaf possible: kale, spinach, cabbage, romaine lettuce. Although I did not mind the mass of foliage, I thought there had to be an alternative way to package and eat salad, and I found a way that worked for me -- flour tortillas, which I plan to make at home, just to ditch the ten to sixteen other "chemical-sounding" ingredients that are not at all in my pantry (more on that soon).
Do you know how many times I've heard the phrase life is too short, but apparently not many people are getting the point. So fine. Life isn't short. And you can't tell me I am not right, especially since you continue to live as if you are have a shell full of lives to live and you are just cruising through this one waiting for the other one ahead.
That "nothing is new under the sun" has a echo behind it always. And as much as I would like to convince myself that new is really new, it is very much recycled, copied, inspired by something from before.
If white flakes ever fall without warning in the Caribbean, you won’t want your head to be the source. Dandruff or seborrheic dermatitis and its sleuth of symptoms, fungal growth and itching, for example, are not things you pray and hope for. No one frolics in the excess of dry skin flakes. It is embarrassing and often frustrates some of us to the point where we end up of raking the comb’s teeth against our scalps. (Worst move by the way.)