So, I completely forgot to update you all on my hair. As of August 17, 2019, I am officially 1-year loc’d and to be honest it has been a pretty smooth experience, especially for me. I have always been the type of person who stuck to simple hairstyles that worked for me and my “lazy natural” lifestyle. I never was hip to those fancy hairstyles that took all Sunday to perfect and I definitely wasn’t one to care enough to do any protein masks or deep hair cleanses. So, when I started my locs I was completely down for something as low maintenance as “just leave your hair alone”. Where others saw locs as something that would stifle their creativity, I saw them as the perfect way to keep my hair healthy with the least amount of work. What I didn’t know and was completely unprepared for was how long I felt like my hair looked a mess. I thought 3 months tops and I would be back to slicked edges and beautiful, long locs. Boy was I mistaken. I am a year and almost 3 months in and I still don’t feel like I have ‘real’ locs yet. Whenever a stranger brings up my locs I am surprised they even noticed because to me they still look like starter locs. Besides the self-doubt, locs have been a breeze to deal with and an adventure figuring out what works for me and what doesn’t. One day I will write a post about all the ups and downs I have experienced with products. But until then… #POP
But for real this time. I promise… I think. I am very interested in becoming a better writer and when I googled ‘how to improve my writing abilities’ the smart people in my search engine told me to…can you guess? WRITE MORE! Yep, you guessed it. SO here I am with a newfound motivation to update all who care to read about my life and what makes me tick. I hope you enjoy!
I know it’s been a long time since I have blogged and I have no excuse. However, I don’t know if I discussed this on here yet but, I have started taking steps toward becoming a doula. If you don’t know Doula’s support women during childbirth. Not to get too serious, but the mortality rate for black women during childbirth is higher than any other demographic (you can check the stats here). One of the many things doulas do is be an advocate for their clients and teach their clients to advocate for themselves. Education surrounding childbirth and the support mothers to new babies need is not discussed enough or taken as seriously as it should. I am very excited about this new chapter in my life and would to share it. So far I have completed the online classes and have a few more steps to go until I am certified. I will definitely keep you all updated on my progress to becoming a doula! For those still reading thank you so much, I appreciate you to the Milkyway and back!!
Remember POP (Progress over perfection)
As my 30-day no sweets challenge comes to a screeching halt 2 days shy of the full 30-days I want to share my experience. I’m not going to lie, 28 days in I caved to a piece of red velvet cake that tasted like a bar of mushy soap. It was not worth looing this challenge but not all was lost, I learned some valuable lessons during this month. I learned that sweets can negatively affect your skin but cutting out sweets is not a cure-all. Diet, in general, plays a huge role but an even bigger role is played by genetics. Also, there are other ways to curb a sweet tooth and believe it or not exercise really helps. But, the biggest lesson I learned was dedication. I LOVE sweets, candy, and ice cream, I didn’t really believe I would be able to get through a week without it, let alone 27 days. I plan on doing this challenge again and actually completing it. But until then I am going to buy a better red velvet cake and enjoy!
Remember its all about progress over perfection.
Hi Hi Hello,
I am 13-days into my 30-day sugar fast and let me just say, this challenge is HARD! And the hardest part so far is simply remembering I am even doing the challenge in the first place. The first week went pretty well, and then all of a sudden I began to forget that I was on this fast. What began the downward spiral was a wedding I attended on Sunday, June 9th. It was time for cake and I popped out of my chair with nothing holding me back. Two bites into a key lime cake (soooooo good btw) and it dawns on me that I am supposed to be FASTING. And from that day forward it has been a struggle to remember not to eat any candy, sweets or desserts. So far, Sunday was my only actually consumption of any dessert and or sweets/candy items, but not without weeping and gnashing of teeth. Also, my skin has been flourishing and my nails are growing waaaaay too fast, I’m not sure if that has anything to do with not consuming sweets but here I am.
Lastly, I am trying not to be hard on myself if I slip up because REMEMBER it’s all about Progress over Perfection! #PoP
As you know I love implementing different lifestyle changes into my life and see how I can make them my own. Starting June 1st, 2019 (today) I will be doing a 30-day challenge of not consuming any sweets, desserts or candies. Originally I wanted to cut out all processed sugar, but sugar is literally in everything, maybe I will do that challenge next time. I will be keeping you all updated on how the month with no sweets goes, I have a wedding to go to next week and a two-week long vacation at the end of the month so this should be interesting. I will be paying close attention to three aspects of my health to see how they are affected by the change in diet. The three aspects of health include my internal health (i.e. gut health and any weight loss/gain), external health (i.e. my skin) and my mental health (i.e. fogginess, energy, and mood). I hope you all enjoy this little experiment, please let me know what you think in the comments.
Remember Progress over Perfection #PoP
My cousin, who graduated a year before me, gave me advice on what to expect from my post-grad life. One of the elements she stressed heavily was the sense of purposelessness that seems to come out of nowhere. For decades getting an education has been my main focus and passing to the next level my ultimate goal. And for those who are going straight to grad school or some other higher education; that goal orientated life probably won’t change. But as for me, and my cousin, our goals are little vaguer. I think this purposelessness is what some people call post-grad depression. No longer can I hide under the guise of “oh, I’m still in school” or “I have time to figure it out”. I have officially run out of time to figure it out and people are expecting me to have answers or to do SOMETHING. All of this accompanied with moving back home, not being surrounded by friends and seeing everyone else seemingly move on with life can definitely bring on some pretty heavy self-doubt. Knowing this, my cousin gave me this advice. 1. Be intentional about making new friends and making time for old ones. And 2. Don’t worry about what other people are doing. If you see old classmates going to law school and getting married, that’s great and be happy for them. But also realize that doing yoga or traveling or just going back home is just as great and maybe just what YOU need.
Progress Over Perfection! #pop