In life I’ve learned a few things:
1) friends are great but not “needing” them puts greater value and appreciation for the ones you truly hold dear.
2) Moments are fleeting and to be IN the moment as it happens is something worth celebrating, not always by ruining it by taking a photo. Just let it happen.
3) no matter how sexy you may think you are, if you’re dumb, you won’t hold my interest for long.
4) some people are only good for one thing. It may not be a noble sentiment but it’s an honest one.
5) your greatest potential isn’t always what others may think, but pay attention because sometimes it is.
6) secrets are only as safe as the vessels that house them. Coffins are the most if not only secure vessel so choose your confidants wisely.
7) At some point, every single person you know, even your closest most trusted ally, will disappoint you and let you down. Guard your heart against this, but don’t close it, if you can keep it open after the affront.
8) know yourself. Before looking to be someone’s someone, know who the hell YOU are and what YOU need and what YOU are willing to contribute.
In life I’ve learned a few things:
Living with others post your early 20s is always a challenge, regardless of who it is. I live with my parents – the worst example of people you can live with as a young adult. During this time you’re coming into your own; your own tastes, levels of comfort, preference of clothing optional in the kitchen etc. however you have to now temper that based on those around you and their own levels of comfort etc.
However what really pisses me off is when you have a communal space where items are stored. Before I continue let me say this – I am not a selfish person. I love sharing with people who appreciate the things I do and it gives us something to chat and/or complain about in unison. BUT when people are clearly using your things without asking and more importantly TELLING you they’re using them, that right there folks is when tensions mount.
Those who know me are aware of my routines and my little obsessions. Peppermint tea and peach iced tea being two of them. I always keep a box of Heath & Heather peppermint tea in my cupboard to start the day, end the day, or to have a cup at some point during the day. It calms me and I love the taste. The other day though I started noticing a discrepancy in my peppermint reserve. I said to myself that someone else must be partaking of the delicious “peppermintness” I so adore.
I lacked solid evidence of this so I said maybe I miscounted the number of bags remaining.
Then came the bait and switch. Someone put OTHER types of peppermint tea in my box! The very gall! I depleted my authentic Heath & Heather reserve and moved on to another box. That went swiftly also and again I suspected foul play but lacked evidence. Until I was down to the last tea bag and arose the next day to find it and the box gone entirely! Proof! Which at the time didn’t appease me since I was out of my calming peppermint tea. I purchased another box (I really should buy it in bulk) and carried on with my monitoring – but I needed answers.
I decided to confront my mother aka the most likely suspect and while waving the box “asked” if she had been drinking this peppermint tea. She turned, scanned the label on the box and declared she doesn’t use that brand “specifically” then asked if I wanted it. I was taken aback! I exclaimed “it’s MINE!” To which she acted as though she had no clue as to how this magical box of peppermint tea kept appearing in the cupboard despite her not buying it.
I am now suspicious of my father but he always denies touching anything so that will be a lost cause. Clearly there is a peppermint tea goblin breaking into my home and violating my holdings for his perverse pleasures.
This isn’t the end, I can assure you of that!
This is one of those random posts you see when you scroll through a blogger’s entries. Usually sandwiched between some big piece of news and some philosophical musing and you wonder to yourself, “what’s this about?”
Let me tell you what this is about oh wondering public. All week long we go about our lives and we take our obligatory morning shower (less obligatory for some it would seem if you take public transport anywhere in the world). Day in, day out we go through the motions of cleaning our skin and going about our day. The reverse comes at night when we clean away the day and prepare ourselves for a restful sleep. Or sex. Whatever your evening reason is, we do t and get it over with.
However in many cultures the more easterly we travel, that act of washing away the dirty and embracing the clean has become more purposeful, almost ritualistic. Not daily of course but say once a week, for example, people slow down and take the time to properly cleanse themselves.
My weekly cleansing ritual uses the same principle. Once a week, usually on Sundays, and late at night when everyone is asleep, I perform my weekly routine. This is when I remove my facial hair, which I do once a week because I’m not the hairiest of guys (yes I’m male if you hadn’t realized yet), shave my head – this takes place once every few weeks to achieve that sweet glistening cancer chic look, all other hair that needs taming is tamed and then after that’s done it’s time to hit the shower.
My latest iteration involves the Hammam Treat from Rituals which a dear friend bought for me prior to his trip to the island. The perfect gift for someone who already used to hold cleaning oneself in the highest regard.
Utilizing each item in the kit is a beautiful experience and it allows, or forces me, to take a breather and enjoy the act of cleansing. All the while I have my iPad in the bathroom playing my favourite tunes on shuffle as I truly enjoy this thorough cleansing.
Every time I perform this ritual I feel a sense of calm and peace fill the bathroom and my being. It makes me remember that life isn’t a race so take a minute to enjoy the simple things. It allows me to reflect on my week and what I envision of the coming days. Also it gives me a chance to sing at the top of my lungs while washing away the stress and negative energy others were trying to bring into my life.
You should try your own cleansing ritual and tell me how it makes you feel and I’d love to know what products you use.
I found this little gem while getting my Facebook on this evening and felt that it needed to be shared. I was shocked at how few views it had! I figure it would have had MILLIONS! Oh well, I guess watching fat losers shame themselves dancing to Single Ladies is more ‘entertaining and enlightening’, whatever.
Here’s wishing you a magical Christmas! I shall be busy burying my sorrows in sleep or libation lol. Retail therapy after the 26th? Definitely.
Imagine that! Home for the holidays is Shontelle Layne, another Barbadian artist signed to a major record label.
The Universal Motown alum came back some time in late November but has been keeping a low profile. Guess she wanted to catch up on some R&R with her main squeeze and budding entrepreneur Chris. Hmmm, wonder what these two have been up to… Certainly not working on her debut album, the release date for which is still to be finalized but sources report it is expected to drop some time early next year.