noun the center of interest or activity 

verb pay particular attention to 


Y’all do not understand how difficult it is to be honest with myself. I swear, I can lay in my bed all day and really believe in my mind that I am fulfilling my dreams. It’s insane. Ultimately, I lose focus on my bigger goals, dreams, and aspirations. I lose interest in the biggest parts of my happiness. I refrain from actively focusing on the creative instinct God placed in me because of how stressful life is. I don’t want or desire for anyone else to be like me. 

I hope that young or old women globally find their focus and don’t lose it. I pray that their minds eye acts as a microscope on the desires of their hearts. I want to encourage you to pay particular attention to your music, art, math class, English lesson, 20 page essay, monologue script, job assignment, and business. I cannot express how easy it is to LOSE FOCUS. Small problems turn into disabling habits. Literally.


Fight for your focus. Don’t let your dreams die because of a boy, a blunt, a bottle or an invite. Your accomplishments directly reflect the amount of attention and time you put into whatever it is you want your life to be. 


I believe in us. I believe in THE FOCUS.



Forgiving someone does not mean a “continuation” of the relationship.

Whether it is personal, an associate, business or simply causal; forgiving someone does not equate to them staying around. I’ve learned about many people in all 5 states that I have resided. There have been a handful of people that I have purposely cut ties with because of character traits that I can not personally associate with; which is entirely my choice.

For example, there was a woman whom lived in my 1 bedroom town-home. I invited her to stay with me because her and her then, 1 year old son, were homeless on the streets of Atlanta, GA. She of course acted friendly for at LEAST 2 weeks before her character began to show negative and incomprehensible signs. I kept ignoring the red flags: always starting arguments with me, always feeling “inferior”, always making jokes, always comparing, etc. The list could go on… ANYWAYS, I chose to ignore these signs which ultimately led to us getting physical and me leaving to move back home to Seattle.

If I were as forgiving as people would like me to be, she’d probably still be in my life somehow. Whether that be a Facebook friend, or follower on Instagram. But, I refused ANY contact with her after our altercation. I refused to respond to her emails. I refused to accept her false letter of apology because it was very demeaning and sarcastic. I no longer wanted her in my life.

Did I lose anything by cutting her completely off? NOPE. Do I regret burning that bridge? NOPE. Because I KNOW what I deserve out of friendships. I know what I need out of friends. I don’t need any added stressors from people who consider themselves my “friend”.

I choose my friends very wisely. Now, don’t get me wrong, I give a lot of people the benefit of the doubt. If there is a person that I know wasn’t purposely being malice or disrespectful towards me, I consider their heart. 

Love thyself more than you Love relations.

  • Don’t settle with any kind of “friend”.
  • Don’t accept things that affect you negativey!
  •  Signs of a Toxic FRIENDSHIP.
  • Don’t push things under the carpet.
  • Know yourself (Keep getting to know yourself).
  • Don’t let people sell you “loyalty
    • I have met some manipulative wo(men) who make you feel obligated to continue a friendship just because they feel they deserve it
  • Know what you deserve out of a person
  • Listen to your heart, it’ll rarely lead you wrong



Know that you are more important than that other person, they are just meeting you, you’ve known yourself your whole life!!!!!!!!

Happiness hit hard, like a train.

Coming towards me,

Can't move.

No turning back.

I think happiness wants me, I want it; too.

Happiness why did I have to get hurt to meet you?
I figure it's necessary.

Nonetheless, I am so glad we've met.

Train wreck of a life, but, now eye am the wifey of happiness.

Do not

Doubt yourself. This gives others the opportunity to openly and shamelessly doubt you. You and I both can agree it is hard to gather strength after an extreme financial, material or relational loss… It isn’t easy being human. FOR ANYONE.

Rich or Poor choose your fate. Indirectly. Directly. Whatever.

What is that empty feeling in the pit of my stomach?

I suppose it could be boredom. Or denial. Maybe I just feel extra unfulfilled this morning. All I know is that I need to be free from this stupid  negative emotion. I really despise negativity, especially when it is coming from my own self.

God has surely changed my life. I woke up wanting, NEEDING, YEARNING to get up and book a flight or a greyhound ticket. I want to travel somewhere right now. ANYWHERE BUT HERE. I want to be on the open road. I want to enjoy a weekend alone; again.

Ugh. I just want to fly away today.

This is why I enjoy writing. I start with a thought, or a question and I surprisingly answer the exact question that I couldn’t figure out in my own head. Writing gives me perspective. Also, now I know what that empty feeling in the pit of my stomach is… 

I have the wanderlust blues. 

Weird world.

I dont want to be a house wife, but I want to be someones’ wife one day.

I dont want to be stuck in one place, but I desire stability.

I dont really even want a permanent career without flexibility.

BUT I want to own a Performing Arts Foundation,

Where do I start? How do I start? What sets me apart from EVERY other dreamer?

Weird world. Weird person. Strangers calling, I cant pick up.

I just dont have the time nor energy to be what the World wants me to be.


I dont even know how to be what I want to be.


Weird world, weird girl.