I plan to write a post about how f*cked up 2020 was before the year ends. 😔 I feel the need to express in my own words how exhausting, depressing, and brutal this year has been emotionally and spiritually. I wanted to dedicate a post to one of my favorite actors, Chadwick Boseman. I found out he passed like many people when the news broke on social media last Friday night. My sister is always the bearer of bad news regarding the deaths of some of my favorite actors and musicians, so like clockwork, she was the one that showed me a screenshot of the headline "Chadwick Boseman dies from colon cancer at the age of 43." I couldn't process the words that I was reading because it was unbelievable. I thought it was fake until more credible sources confirmed the news. For almost an hour, my sister and I sat in silence on the couch reading headline after headline that our beloved superhero was dead. I shed tears going to sleep thinking about his death, and I woke up the next day...
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? I decided to write a transparent post today to express how meh and stagnant I've been feeling lately. I say it every year, but I feel like this year really flew by man. There are literally 2 months left in 2019 and I'm looking back over the past 10 months questioning what I did with my time and if I made any significant progress from the year before. Since leaving Mississippi in 2014 I've lived in 4 different states navigating on a "journey" to discover my purpose. Sometimes I just sit and think about all the years I was living my life under the influence of others including my parents. It's like you get prepped when you're younger for this ideal life, only to realize later i...