I’m glad I worked at Target.
Exasperated, she stands up off the ground again. “Ughhh. I keep forgetting things that I need.” Shaking her hair, the young woman was interrupted by her guest who was slyly watching her every movement. “Yeah, go on over there and get you a handful of Rolos. You won’t be ready without them Rolos.”
She stops walking and turns to face him, dumbfounded. This time, however, she didn’t have to ask out loud how he knew what she was referring to without having discussed it previously.
He looks up at her, in her bewildered state, smiles “I told you I was in your head.”
I got my first adjustment in I know two years. It felt amazing. My body had never popped as much as it did today.
In other news; I was thinking about someone who I love dearly who recently told me not to get comfortable where I am now. I told them I wasn’t. And I’m not. But today as I revisited their words, I’m grateful. It takes knowing and caring for as person to know when they need to keep pushing forward.
My God Sister got me together real quick in a few small words; “You lowkey love yourself a hood nigga.”
I honestly didn’t know it was that obvious. But I mean…. obviously?
I can’t help myself. I love their drive. Their passion. I love how they don’t let me say what the hell I want to say.
I would truly love to be able for one day, view myself as the people around me view me. I’m absolutely my worst and most harsh and hateful critic. I’d like to see how that manifests in my daily doings. Especially, to be another person. To feel their feelings. I’d like to be three different people throughout the day. I think that would be such a great experience.
All of these years of life that God has given you & you think that you’re only allowed to do one thing for the rest of your life? Fuck that. Do it all.
I wish I could take a poll of everyone who does & does not reflect about anything in life while in the shower…. I know I do. I just realized that I have been forcing myself to do something that I didn’t want to do. I’m a student.