I Decided...

I decided that no matter how rough my days are, I will always find some reason to still be grateful.
I decided that despite what comes my way, I will not lose sight of who I am and what I am worth.
I decided that regardless of what opposition I face, I ultimately have all the power I need to make my own decisions.
I decided that I am not trapped, I am free to navigate my own path, find my own way.
I decided that I need to be vocal, the ultimate advocate for myself and for my beliefs.
I decided that I have a gift. I am a gift. I am the present, and I have to work to protect my future.

My summer has been full of many lessons, a lot of fellowshipping and even more self-discovery. I've tried to open my mind past what I consider my reality. I have to dream big. I must continue to refuse mediocrity. I must shy away from settling. I can't let others influence my attitude, my thoughts or my character. Ah, so much has occurred in such a short time.

I decided that I will have a game plan. I won't overplan or over think, but I will be prepared & have my next move execute with perfection. On that same accord, I decided that even if things don't go as perfectly as I have planned The Lord will still protect me, and in the end I will still be strong, standing & victorious. Faith. I decided that I have to speak positively, I have to be positive. I have to trust in The Lord with all my heart & and stand firm in my belief that ultimately everything will work out exceptionally. I will laugh at my doubt. I'll have a testimony to share with everyone who will be willing to listen. I'll encourage someone else to press forward & my words will make a difference.

I decided that although I don't know my destiny, the universe is guiding me towards it. I may be living it now, and not realizing it, but it is inevitable. I have a destiny. Some higher purpose. A reason. I decided that even if that reason doesn't make sense to me just yet, one day it all will.

And, for that reason, I decided that I will keep going.

Regardless.

#hrw

Houston Restaurant Weeks is a major event in our city supporting the Houston Food Bank... For the entire month of August, dozens of dining establishments offer specials for lunch, brunch and dinner & donate a portion of the earnings to support the charity. It's a great time to experience a lot of the nicer restaurants in the city, and I am always down for raising money to help those in need.

So far my friends and I have dined at: Del Frisco's Grille, Del Frisco's, Caracol, and Mr. Peeples. I also have upcoming reservations at Punk's, Tango & Malbec and America's.

I'm a foodie, so this is one of the most delightful times of the year for me and my first indication that Fall is almost near. It also serves as a reminder that I need to hit the gym the minute September arrives, to get rid of all of this charity weight....

I have truly enjoyed the many opportunities to get dressed up and enjoy a nice meal with my friends, but most importantly I truly enjoy the fact that my leisurely experience is playing a role in keeping our food bank stocked!

Cheers to #HRW!

This Life...

This life that I live, is uniquely mine. It's ups, and downs. Curve-balls, home runs & sometimes strikeouts. Hits & misses. Mix in a little dash of random fortune & abundant blessings....and you get me. Just living.

It's funny how life is. The moments where you feel like you have it all figured out are typically the times when God steps in and takes you down an entirely different course...a path that you never anticipated stepping foot on, a detour that didn't register on your google map. Sometimes we have difficulty enjoying the journey during the rough times, but one thing life has taught me is that even when things are bad it's almost guaranteed to get better. And most often, that better is greater than you ever could have imagined.

...No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.”
(1 Corinthians 2:9, NLT)

I know I've been super random all day, but my mind has been in a constant stage of randomness from the time I went to bed last night till now. Between re-reading the Alchemist, several conversations with friends & just enjoying the ride, I have really been thinking a lot about life. Different people have spoken words to me that I know had to come straight from the Lord.

"Peace be still." "A blessing is on the way." "You're exactly where you're supposed to be at this moment in time."

Last week, shall I say, was bullshit rough. WOrk was a nightmare & I completely was in a state of regret for my leaving my previous firm and coming over to my current firm. Everyone got on my nerves, and I literally wanted to pack up my belongings and run away from the office as fast as I could. Fortunately enough, everyone could sense my angst and by Friday things had calmed down a bit. I needed this past weekend to completely let go of all of that stress and to just detox....

On Friday, happy hour & a late night trip to The Flat set the scene for my unwinding. It felt good to just relax and let go,without feeling the strong desire to shove trial notices down anyones throat.

By the time Saturday night rolled around, I was feeling waaaaaaaayyyy better! Birthday festivities kicked off for one of my good friends & a good time was had by all. So much happened. So much so, that my best friend and I began to compile a list. Regretfully due to my oath of character & fitness I won't be able to share that list.... But, I digress.

The morning after....The Struggle Was Real.... Brunch was cancelled. We didn't return to life until that evening. We went to dinner and I was snuggly cloaked up in bed well before 10 pm on Sunday night....

My Monday was short due to a doctor's appointment & I was able to come home early to revel in the beauty of the new moon. (See, more randomness.) I like who I am becoming. I like that I am still learning to love myself. I appreciate where I am at. Yes, I often want more...and that's fine. But, this life. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I'm grateful for this life.

#OTR

On the Run was EVERYTHING! Two days have passed and my voice is still hoarse from all the screaming and singing at the top of my lungs....my feet are still aching from dancing in heels the entire two hour show. I loved Jay-Z, and of course Bey was her usual fabulous self. Was it everything I expected? Yes, but I do believe all the hype surrounding the show had me thinking it was going to be something different. Did I enjoy? Hell. Yes.

So happy for the splurge to sit on the floor of the venue. I even made a new friend. We were dancing and singing so much, that her husband switched seats with her so that we could party together. Our poor dates got no attention from us whatsoever.

I'm glad that a lot of my close friends also went to the show, so we were able to have tons of photo shoots all around Minute Maid Park. Outfit planning was everything.....

I'm so happy I got to experience the show live..... Next up, the Lil Boosie concert on August 2nd... Yes, I can go from bourgeois to rachet in 0 to 60 seconds... Judging or nah? LOL :)

Scenes....

Mental Health Day

This was an extremely long weekend for me. In addition the 4th of July Friday off from work, I decided to extend my vacation and take a much needed mental health day today. 

No, I'm not crazy...well, not on most days... but I really just needed a day to myself to take care of myself. Granted I definitely do my part of taking care of myself, but most weekends I usually can't get everything I need to do, done. Some errands are handled M-F, on a 9-5 basis, which doesn't work well for me since I'm not usually leaving my office until 6 or sometimes after. And when I'm leaving work, I'm usually struggling to make it through traffic to my side of town to get a lot of my business handled. But I digress. 

Since I transitioned to my new firm, it's been non-stop work. The last vacation I had was in December, which was months ago now. (And I didn't go anywhere...) I also didn't take any time off whatsoever when I changed jobs, so needless to say I needed a break. 

My July 4th was super low key. I usually don't get all celebratory for the holiday since, let's face it, my ancestors were not popping fireworks and enjoying freedom back in 1776..but that's an entirely different story for another day. I spent my day sleeping, reading & relaxing. Then later that night I rolled over to meet one of my besties for dinner & swung by another friends apartment for a few shots, I mean minutes, ha... then headed home. 

For some reason I don't remember Saturday, but I feel like my attitude was trash. I didn't leave the bed and don't remember talking to another living soul all day. Oh, and it rained. 

By the time Sunday rolled around, I was feeling like a normal human being again. After a nice chat with my mother, I didn't feel so bahumbug about life anymore. A friend and I headed out for a little Sunday Funday: translation, cheap bellini's and carafes of hibiscus mimosas + hookah & girl talk on the patio of an undisclosed location. Surprisingly, the heat was bearable so we were able to enjoy some time outside. She was even gracious enough to snap a few photos for me on the patio. I posted a few on Instagram, if anyone is interested... I didn't like how they showed up since I used my iPhone, so I'll spare the blog the bad photography. 

It was my first time at this spot, but I will definitely be back. It was definitely the right vibe for some good old chill and unwind times. 

I don't know why I overthink. Or get myself into feelings of discontent. I discredit all that I have done and all that I have accomplished so often that it's sickening. I just told myself last weekend that I needed to focus on the positive, and just like that I spent a large majority of the weekend with a case of the what-if's and why-not-me's. It's so easy to fall into a pattern of comparison & second guessing, but it is my goal to work on looking past those feelings. I get that it's human nature, but I think a part of maturing and growing in my journey is to learn how to be happy with the life I have and focus on making it the life I want. I waste entirely too much energy thinking about what I don't have or why certain things are taking too long to come into fruition..... I take so much for granted. 

I'm a work in progress, but a part of that work is to be grateful. Another part is to not compare my life and my journey to anyone else's path. I need to focus on my peace, and my growth and my forwardness & eventually everything will fall into place. Next time I feel those feelings creeping in, I will log off the social networks and put all my attention on my self worth. Everything is fine. Everything will happen right when it is supposed to. The best is yet to come. I'm grateful for everything I've been through, and for everything I've been kept from. This is my life. I am grateful for it. 

And if all else fails, I can always go shopping. Or take a long long nap. 

And if all of that doesn't help, I take a mental health day so I can reflect & put things into perspective. 

And that typically works.....

Read, Sleep, Play, Repeat.....

My weekend started off with my monthly book club meeting. As always, a great time with the ladies, enjoying the wonderful food & drinks at Danton's Gulf Coast Seafood and discussing our read for the month of May. I selected the book for the month, and we all agreed that it was poorly written and could have been sooooooooo much better.

The ladies decided that I redeemed myself since the food was so good at the restaurant I selected...

I was tired after our meeting so I went home to catch some much needed ZzzzzzZZz's....

And then it rained.

And rained some more.

Thus making me continue to sleep.

And before I knew it, it was Saturday evening.

And then I was bored.

The rain eventually stopped, and a girlfriend & I headed over to Cyclone Anaya's for drinks and appetizers...

And an impromptu photo shoot.

We walked over to check out the Monnalisa ( a lounge on top of a hotel) and then headed home feeling lovely from the jumbo margaritas....

And then I slept.

And ended up oversleeping.

But that was okay, because I didn't have plans until 1.

My friends are bourgeois. Apparently I am too at times. But I digress.

We started a brunch club.

We need husbands and kids stuff to keep us busy, apparently.

Since we all love brunch so much, (and bottomless mimosas) it was decided that once a month we would try out a new venue for our weekend brunch. This past Sunday we went to Hearsay Gastropub downtown. Aside from me having to walk in the heat, since there was no valet (I'm guessing this is my bourgeois speaking) I really enjoyed myself! The food was cool, and the waiter kept the bottomless filled to the brim. We stayed for hours and even walked down the street to a second venue since by that time we were hungry again.

Definitely a good time.

Our the course of the weekend I had a conversation with one of my best friends about positive affirmations. She said whatever you put in the universe comes back to you, and she has proof in the pudding based off of some of the great things that have been happening to her lately. I guess it's the same in all religions. Have faith, claim it, speak it into existence, think positive, live positive. I decided to write down a few things I want to speak into existence, so that I can focus on them daily until they become my reality.

I am happy. I am in control of my own life. I am successful. I am blessed. I am loved.

And now,
I am about to press repeat.