A Little This, A Little That...

I've been longing for....

Spring. 

For something to occur out of the ordinary. 

To be overcome with infatuation & have the feeling be mutual. 

Pastels. 

Sunny days. 

Lightheartedness and overflow of whimsy. 

New adventures. 

Soul connections that breed longevity & consistency. 

But most of all, I'm longing for freedom. 

And to be captured. 

Simultaneously. 

This has been the coldest, rainiest, lack of sunshine present everyday March I can remember. I'm miserable. Well, not miserable in the sense that I haven't been enjoying my days... but miserable in the sense that I stare out my office window everyday into gray skies. Gray skies lead to daydreaming of a land far far away, but it does not lead to the most productive use of my work days. 

I miss Spring. I really and truly do. Yes, I understand that Spring doesn't officially begin until March 20th, but down here it usually would have made an early appearance by now. I'm pretty sure I'll live to regret this request for warmer temperatures once Summer arrives, but for right now all I want is a patio and a sundress. But I digress. 

Nothing much going on in these parts. 

A lot of trip planning, concert going, memory making, giggles and living. 

And daydreaming of course....

Oh, and curls. 

Mood.

I'm still trying to figure out how today is March 1st. I feel like I was just toasting to the new year, and getting ready for my trip to New York... yet here we are, already in the third month of the year. But I digress. 

I feel like although I had a busy weekend, it was pretty chill. I've been in a strange mood lately. Maybe it was the returning to reality after being in New Orleans, or the fact that it's still cold in Houston & I can't remember what the sun looks like...

It's hard to explain, but I just feel restless lately. I've had plenty of nights where I've stared at the wall well into the night unable to fall asleep, with my mind on so much. I don't necessarily have anything negative going on... I just feel restless, like there is more or something else I need to be doing. 

Last weekend, we went to a party at the Museum of Fine Arts Houston. I followed up with going to an event at Esperson Gallery and by that Sunday morning my spirit was yearning to do something creative.

When I was young, I spent the majority of my days either reading, writing, painting or conducting some sort of scientific experiments. Needless to say, I was (still kind of am) a nerd. It has been years since I created something of my own (outside of those Painting with a Twist birthday parties) so I figured it was time to do something about that. 

A friend and I took to Michael's and I bought paints, brushes, canvases and ink for calligraphy. I went home and just freestyled some abstract art. 

I'm so out of practice, but it just felt good to create something that didn't require too much thought or that wasn't for work. I honestly feel like the more we learn, the less we create. It's hard to find time to pursue your passions when you spend so many hours of the day working. 

Last week, I reviewed so many documents and looked at so many files that I literally cringed at the thought of reading for pleasure when I got home. Reading is something I truly love, so I  know something has to give. 

I love being an attorney, but I'll be damned if it strips me of all my creativity. -End rant. But seriously. Something has got to give, so I resolved to do something that taps into my creative side on the regular. 

My work week was pretty busy, as it has consistently been since last November but it went by fast so that's good. I spent this past Friday night having dinner with a close friend from high school & enjoying drinks and alittle people watching at a nearby lounge. 

Saturday, I went to the annual Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo Cook-Off, where I drank and ate entirely too much. Always a blast. 

I woke up ridiculously late this morning, and cleaned up until it was time for my spa date with my best friend. We went to Sensia Japanese Day Spa for hot stone massages and I've been plastered to my bed ever since I made it home from our post-massage gossip session. 

I literally have not moved for hours. I would be concerned if it didn't feel so good. But I figure I deserve it.... 

My March will be filled with a few fun outings hopefully, but for now I'm hoping my mood changes. And if it doesn't, I hope I can atleast make some sense of it and figure out exactly I'm supposed to be doing or learning from it. 

It's like the universe is calling out to me for some reason or another, I just haven't put my finger on the reason quite yet... but I'm doing my best to be receptive. 

I guess we shall see......

About New Orleans.......

Sometimes lessons are learned when you least expect them.
One single moment in time can completely change your outlook on life.
Decisions suddenly make sense.
The people you met in the past, somehow reflect who you are now & in the future.
Moments have meaning.
And then suddenly,
clarity.
It just all makes sense.

This past weekend, my friends and I travelled to New Orleans, Louisiana to attend the 2015 Zulu Coronation Ball at the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center. This event is held annually in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, and is one of the largest social events in the city during this time. I had never attended the Zulu Ball, but have been wanting to go for years. I casually mentioned it to one of my friends, and he took it upon himself to make this trip reality for all of us...and after a few calls and a little bit of research our table was confirmed and we were on our way.

We arrived in New Orleans Friday night, and after much preparation we made it to Zulu...

And now a moment of transparency....

Despite the accolades, the titles, the clothes and accomplishments...there was once a time when I viewed myself in a very negative light, and that negativity not only took hold of my thoughts...it sometimes guided my actions as well. I went to college in Louisiana, and despite home (Houston) being a mere four hours away, I was light years away from my safe zone. Instead of focusing my energies on self-improvement, I looked towards others to fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle. I wanted to feel confident and powerful, so I hung out with people who I thought fit that description. I wore as little as I could to attract the attention I thought I desired at the time. I had whomever I wanted and lived life without regrets making decisions while disregarding reputation. I just was not myself. Although I had fun, I wasn't necessarily happy with all and what I was doing...and then I grew up and moved on.

Since I did go to college in Louisiana, it was more than happenstance that I ran into a lot of my old friends/acquaintances from undergrad. Although I didn't see everybody, I did run into two in particular who played a monumental role in my life during those aforementioned dark ages. It was as if the universe ordained the crowds to part for me to walk upon the one I wanted to be the one at that time in my life.....

It had been years since I saw this individual, and in five minutes every single hope and dream of the past became a praise for the present. Retrospect is a motherfucker bitch beast. One thing I have learned in life is you attract what you project. If you aren't happy with yourself it's hard to connect with people who are happy with themselves, and vice versa. The people you thought were meant to be there, more than likely were only meant for the moment to either tread through the darkness with you, or lead you out. In this case, I made it out on my own and for the better.... And there is no need to look back, but I digress.

We partied well into the night while listening to performances by The Isley Brothers, Fantasia and Juvenile, drank our little hearts out and enjoyed snacks to keep us fueled throughout the night. It was well past 6 am, when my head finally touched the pillow in our hotel. It was a good time indeed.

Since we were going to be in town the entire weekend, we decided to enjoy some of the parades being held around town. We parked and walked mile after mile, enjoying the Endymion parade. When we had finally had our fix of bead catching, we headed over to a house party and danced the night away for a few more hours. We attempted to head towards the infamous Bourbon Street and French Quarter, but were not feeling being in the traffic after walking 18k steps during the parade & so we headed back to our hotel.

We had an early flight on Sunday, so after a few more hours of laughter and recalling the numerous happenings over the weekend we called it a night.

Since New Orleans is one of those "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas" type towns this is definitely the abridged and Cliff Notes version of our trip, but I can honestly say there were a lot of memories made that I will definitely sit back and smile on for years to come. I enjoy being around positive people, with positive energy radiating all around them. I love meeting new people, and spending time with others who are not so new. New Orleans is like a second home to me, and I can't wait for my next trip....

All Hail, Zulu and Laissez les bons temps rouler!!!! :)

More.

Although Winter is one of my favorite seasons, I can honestly say these last few weeks have definitely had me feeling extra emotional. It's been five days since the sun has shown its face in Houston. The temperatures have been well below average, and the sky has only been shades of grey..... 

The new year has been full speed ahead, with work holding steady and days flying by. We are already half way through January! My God! Time doesn't last as long as it used to.. I've been doing my best to hold on to those last sprinkles of magic from my New York adventure, but slowly the glitter is fading away and I find myself longing... longing for another journey, longing for another adventure. Just longing for more.

My friends and I visited a new church this past Sunday. I can honestly say it has been months since I've steadily attended the church I'm actually a member of. I used to faithfully attend service every Sunday, then my visits became more and more sparse until I was an official member of Bedside Baptist, watching services online every week. I still got the word, but I still feel as if something was missing from physically being in the sanctuary. 

The morning started off ugly. It was freezing cold, and rain was pouring. Perfect sleep in weather. Had it not been for a text from one of my friends, I probably would've stayed burrowed under the covers awaiting my standing date with Olivia and Elliott. But we soldiered on and were mightily blessed. 

"The heartfelt counsel of a friend is as sweet as perfume and incense."

Proverbs 27:9

I'm so happy my friends included me in their quest to find a new church home, because from the moment we walked in until the time we left I felt blessed. 

The pastor preached on the prayer of Jabez. I personally was not familiar with this verse of the bible, but it was preaching directly to us and our current situation in life. 

1 Chronicles 4:9

Jabez was more honorable than his brothers. His mother had named him Jabez, saying, “I gave birth to him in pain.” Jabez cried out to the God of Israel, “Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.” And God granted his request.

Jabez made the perfect requests of God. He asked for more. And not only did he ask for more, he asked to be happy with the more he was blessed with, in God's will. Because even though you ask for something, it may not be in God's will. That's not saying that you will never get blessed, because you will.... You just have to be happy with the blessing you receive.  Every human experience just is not for everybody. 

I've often found myself feeling guilty for wanting more out of life. I got the salary, but I still don't have the husband and find myself disappointed. Why are you still asking for more Fal? You should be happy with what you have. I am, but there is still more that I desire. And that's okay. 

We all oftentimes find ourselves wondering why it seems like others have been blessed more than we have. Well, just like Jabez was born out of pain, a lot of times we don't see the behind the scenes and pain others had to endure in order to get their blessings. No one has lived the perfect life, and despite what it looks like on Facebook, everyone has faced some form of heartbreak, or setback or challenge in life before they made it. And accordingly, sometimes it takes great pain to experience extreme pleasure and blessings in life. I've had my share of down times. I should definitely be more than confident that every blessing God has for me is still out there for my claiming. We just have to keep striving....

Live righteously, keep praying, and keep waiting. If it is in God's will for your life, it is on it's way. I just pray that I have the ability to be happy with whatever it is I'm blessed with. 

We just need to keep asking for more. It's not selfish, or ungrateful to desire to live your best life possible. The wait is the hardest part, but that's where faith comes into play. 

After church I had no choice but to smile for the rest of my rainy Sunday. I genuinely needed to receive that word.....

The work week is halfway over, and as I'm sitting here looking at the dreariness outside my window, I can't help but think about the more that is out there for me. 

We've been talking about trips all morning in our group chat... Now the only thing I need to work on is the more money I'll need to save up to take those trips, but that's a story for another day....

I can genuinely say that I'm happy with the "more."

New Year, New York......

2014 is over, so there really isn't any reason to still be discussing it.
But 2015 on the other hand...

I spent New Year's Day recovering from our epic evening the night before. Then it was back to the office for a couple of hours, before my friend GEV and I were dropped off at the airport to catch a flight to Newark, New Jersey. From Newark we would be commuting via train into New York City. This would be my first trip ever to New York City and I was beyond excited.

Ironically, another friend and I had JUST been discussing a trip to New York (literally two days prior) when GEV posted on Facebook that she wanted to go to New York to see Cinderella on Broadway before it ended. Now let us backtrack..... I tend to be one who is extremely cautious with my money. I plan, calculate and meticulously arrange for every aspect of my life. I never use credit cards, unless I can pay the balance off before the billing cycle ends, and I never make impulse purchases. Basically, I'm a tightwad.... So, when I saw her post, part of me was hesitant to respond, but then I heard a little voice in my head say fuck it go for it, so I texted her immediately that I was down for the cause. After a few hours of stalking every airline available we found reasonable flights, and our other friend was able to secure his flight benefits so he could fly stand by and we were on our way.

I pretty much slept the entirety of our flight, and once we landed we thought it would be smooth sailing into New York. But much like life usually is, the unexpected can happen at any moment and throw a wrench in your plans. We sat for over an hour on the train due to some issue with a bridge not functioning properly. We had to go back to the previous station, and take another means of transportation into the city. By this time it was well after 2 am, and not only were we getting hungrier by the minute, our attitudes were also being put to the limit. We made it finally with no further delays. A different route than we anticipated, but we reached our destination. Much like life......
Our guy friend ended up beating us to the hotel, but by the time we cabbed it over he was giddy with anticipation of our arrival and we were right back out the door to grab a bite to eat.... It was almost 3:30 am by this time.

We were in a cab for what seemed like forever, until we finally arrived at Tom's and destroyed gyros, omelets, and the best sausage I've ever had in life.

It was decided that since we were already out, and wide awake we would go ahead and squeeze in a quick trip to explore Times Square since I was technically the only first-timer to the city.

It was so bright. And so cold...... I snapped as many quick photos as I could before my hands were frost-bitten, grabbed some street meat from a vendor, then we were back to the hotel and laying our heads down somewhere around 5 in the morning...

Stay out all night they said, it will be fun they said...

We all remembered that we were in our thirties when we finally woke up the same next morning. We had mentioned being at Sak's first thing when they opened at 10am to catch the sale, but we underestimated the toll staying up all night would take on our bodies.
We finally came alive around noon, and headed out the door only to find out it was lightly snowing in New York that morning. To say I was overjoyed would be an understatement. I'm from the South, I've legit only seen snow falling from the sky maybe three times in real life, and I could've literally cried tears of pure bliss right there on Park Avenue.

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined myself strolling down 5th Avenue, browsing the aisles of Sak's and actually feeling like I belonged. Yeah, I know I'm an attorney and all, but... this here life has been a struggle to get to where I'm at today. I don't take anything for granted, but on that same accord, I've sold myself short so many times that it's hard for me to envision myself doing certain things. But this right here was reality, and confirmation... It's possible. It's right now.

We came, we saw, we shopped (I even scooped a pair of highly discounted Ralph Lauren Purple Label booties, which I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of in the mail) ...and grabbed a quick bite to eat before we headed over to catch our 2pm showing of Cinderella.

Both Keke Palmer, and Nene Leakes did an amazing job in the production. There were moments of laughter, enchantment and even tears as the Fairy godmother told Cinderella to stop doubting herself, and to believe that anything in life could be possible... Straight up message from God if I do say so myself. It's possible. Things are happening everyday...

By now the snow had turned into rain. Umbrellas in hand, we treked through China Town, Little Italy (where we ate) and took a subway over to Brooklyn to take a glimpse at Barclays Center.

We took a few moments to compose ourselves after that world wind of activity, and then headed back out for the night. We went to one club in Chelsea, then ended our night around 3:30 am in Harlem. My head hit the pillow somewhere around 6am... I think. Details are a little hazy from that point on...

On our last morning in NYC, our bodies held us hostage in bed so we got a late start for the day. We grabbed food at a pizza parlour near our hotel then rushed to the Met.

Since we were pressed for time we didn't get to see any of the exhibits, but I did get an opportunity to fall in love with the shops inside the museum... We had brunch plans with two of our law school colleagues who live in the area so we hurried off to meet them.

Brunch ended up turning into a full blown party in the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday. We were all skeptical about the whole set up of the event due to the pictures that came up when we googled, but we all ended up having the time of our lives in there. While we were falling in love in the club, the airline was continuously sending out mass texts alerting us to flight delays. By the time we finally dragged ourselves away from the men brunch, our flight had been delayed by two hours. And then another hour, and then another hour passed after we had finally boarded and were sitting idle...

It was 2:49am when we finally landed.... We got dropped off so we didn't have rides home, the friend who landed with us who did drive lives an hour away so she wasn't able to take us home and our friend who flew standby was delayed even later than we were. Insert heavy sigh....

After a few calls and realizations, we decided to suck it up and just take a taxi home. There were no uber drivers in the area, so we had no other choice. Whoomp whoomp whoomp... Houston is HUGE. And is not a taxi city. You ever come here, rent a car or else you will get nowhere. I laid my head down at 4:36 am, and made it to work at 10am that Monday morning.

Was I upset that our plans once again didn't work out how I anticipated, yes, but I am happy that I atleast made it... and that's all that matters. Set backs and delays occur, but you can't let them ruin the journey for you.

I fell in love with New York. I honestly felt a tad melancholy returning to my regular life outside of the city. I missed the excitement, and the newness. But then I remembered that this is indeed a new year, and anything is possible...

Things are happening everyday.

Short & Sweet

I had written a full blown "bah humbug" Scrooge-esque post the other night about how happy I was to be done with the holiday season, but apparently the universe didn't want me memorializing all those feelings and my post disappeared because I hadn't pressed save before my phone rang.... I usually blog on my phone. 

Anyways.... 

In lieu of my anti-Christmas rant, I will just revel in the fact that it's over and continue to look forward to the new year. 

This past year, specifically the Fall/Winter portion of it, has been a lot. A lot of transitions, a lot of stress, a lot of uncertainty, a lot of grown up decisions and too too many realizations that I did not want to face but had to. I can't say it was a bad year, because it truly was not... But it was definitely a lot. 

This upcoming year I'm praying is ten times better. I'm glad I got to spend the holidays with my family in Louisiana, because family is so important. In the new year I want to work on getting closer with my family, I want to have more adventures and I want to stop second guessing every decision I make and just pull the trigger and step out on faith. 

These last few days of 2014, I plan to relax and do a little goal setting for the new year. 

Once the clock strikes midnight on New Years Eve, it's full speed ahead. I have a lot of things in the making, starting off with a trip to New York City this upcoming weekend. 

I also hope the new year finds my motivation to write more often. I got in a major rut this year. I hope to do better. It's like so much I could've shared, but just didn't want to have to deal with it in writing if that makes sense. 

Besides, I was tired. Extremely tired...

But I digress. 

Until then.... Cheers to endings and cheers to new beginnings! 

"That Old College Try....."

I spent the majority of my day watching old reruns of Boy Meets World and other 90's television shows. Had I not been running a fever and coughing uncontrollably all day I probably would've enjoyed my Monday away from the office. But alas, what fun is a sick day when you're actually sick. 

I woke up this morning feeling terrible, and was fortunate enough to get a walk in appointment with my doctor. Two shots later, and a prescription for antibiotics & cough medicine.. And here I am. Welcome to week two of December. 

In retrospect, I probably should've went to my primary care doctor Friday when I first started feeling sick, but my alma mater was in town for the 2014 SWAC championship game and I didn't want to miss out on all the festivities. Priorities right? But I digress. 

When I woke up on Friday, I didn't have a voice. I loaded up on medicine and Airborne and anything else I could think of to soothe the pain. By the time I got off I wasn't feeling (nor looking) my best, but I soldiered on and went to happy hour with my girls. Ummm. Probably the driest happy hour in history. I was preparing to walk out the door by nine before the rest of my friends even arrived. I felt like garbage... I came home, took more medicine and feel asleep until like 10 am the next morning. 

It was probably around noon when I realized I had told everyone I would be outside at the tailgate by 1. I loaded up on more medicine and begrudgingly headed out to the stadium where the game was being played. Southern University and A&M College was set to play Alcorn State University at 3pm in NRG stadium. 

Between the Omegas, the Jaguar Juice and the excitement of so many alumni and supporters in one place at one time.... it's safe to say that pretty much everyone between the age of 21-40 was wasted by kick-off..... Whoopsie toots. 

Jaguar Juice is something one of the alumni from my alma mater found online and recruited others to bring the many many many alcohols and ingredients it takes to make the concoction. The actual name online was Epic Jungle Juice. Google that or look it up on YouTube if you dare. 

Once we stumbled, I mean walked into the game, it was obvious that those Mississippi boys from Alcorn State were going to give my team a run for their money, and they did. We lost, but had so much fun walking around, listening to our amazing band and ragging on the alumni from those other schools. Nothing beats an HBCU classic... So much love and tradition. 

We left before the game was over and missed out on seeing Maze and Frankie Beverly perform. But, by that time my body had sobered up and remembered I was sick again. 

:(

 

I barely remember Sunday. I went to the Take Care Clinic at Walgreens but didn't get any antibiotics at all. I slept the reminder of the day. 

When I woke up this morning, my face was swollen and I felt HORRIBLE... I thought about going to the office, but figured I had been irresponsible enough all weekend. 

Did I enjoy seeing the game? Yes. But was putting my health on the back burner worth it? Ehhhh probably not, but in my defense my doctor wasn't open till today soooo.... Yeah. That's that. 

I'm stationary this week, but hopeful that I'm better by Friday. Probably pushing it, but again.... I digress. 

Atleast I dressed warm for the game though, right? That counts for something doesn't it? *Holds head down in shame....

                         Go Jags!!!