A black history month where kids don’t learn about the same 5 negros for the 8th consecutive year.
I have a dream.
"You’ve got to stay who you are, not who you were. Some things you just have to put away or it kills you."
"Everybody teaches you some lesson or the other, learn from everybody. The world is filled with teachers, you just have to be a good student."
"Cracked sidewalks are filled with flowers and you are too."
"A coworker asked for my number the other day. My friends overheard and said: ‘He must have a thing for Indians.’ I was like, ‘Or maybe I’m just really fucking cool.’"
Via @curlbox .
I’ve been spending so much energy on pushing myself to enjoy life that I’ve strayed from what grounds me and makes me me.
Lately my choices have been to embrace a more authentic life. And that means challenging and letting go if concepts that have been drilled into me because im used to them or because I was impressionable when I learned them. That means daring to think differently when my own frame of thinking is telling me that I am doomed if I don’t follow the path laid before me.
In concert with this has been a mindset that doesn’t just LET people and things happen to me, but consciously INVITES who and what happens to me. If I can have more say in that, maybe I can begin to be happy (genuinely—not the usual “I’m fine,” response). To do this I have to expect less/nothing from people. Bare minimum. At least if I plan on allowing them to maintain an active role in my life. And that’s weird to me. I have to tune people out or turn the volume down. And embrace those that actively seek to enrich my life and see my attempting to have a say in my life as a strength to be praised and not something to be offended by. Yes, I choose me over you. #noselfiesorfood #backtowords