summer, and a red shirt

A summer of heat and sweat and long days and longer nights.

This day was so hot, even my camera lost the will to live and was a blurry mess. But that’s what makes summer, summer. I swear I will keep referring to it like some kind of lost love, because it feels like a heartbreak. I this one was my favorite, but every single summer is my favorite to be honest. There was just something different about this one.

I made the decision that I needed to change. You know the story of Moses and the Israelite’s? We all do. That journey that should have taken 11ish days, ended up taking 40 year. 40 YEARS!!!. Let that mull in your head. My life feels like a lifetime already and its no where near 40 years.

I found myself low key judging the Israelite’s for taking so long to figure it out, like I would have done any better had I been there. We will never know, but that thought was laughable when I take into consideration, that there are many ares in my life that I have procrastinated and prolonged for “40 years”, when the promised land could have been reached faster.

Conviction.

That’s where the change had to come in. Something gave. I had to start the process of throwing of dead weights of every kind. Take inventory. You’ll be surprised at the things that are keeping you circling the same mountain.

I’m no where near the end, but I’m happy i have started. That is important.

Today was the first real cold day, and I’m sitting under a blanket with a hot water bottle to up the dramatics and its only like 19 degrees, which in the scheme of things is not cold but I like a bit of melodramticism (not a word). Also shout out to my skin, I was so dark and living all my melanin dreams. remembering all that happened got me to all this thinking.
on another wave, apart from pictures and long anecdotes, I’m still trying to figure out what this blog will turn out to be. It is still early days and I have a million ideas, but I want to be consistent first and build from there as time goes on.
 Any ideas?

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