Saturday Night Darkness: The Week a Boundary was Crossed

Saturday Night Reflection

We spend years of our lives investing in large corporations that don’t even know our faces, our struggles, our stories. Where is the concern for the invested penny for ourselves? Did you register for that Pilates class or take that branding workshop? Was it easier to get delivery from Chipotle?

It is the initiation of our current society that enables such behavior to the point that we aren’t even aware of it. Boundaries are not in place and even when they are, sometimes we are not even aware of when they are being crossed until the nagging ache in the pit of our stomach can’t be helped with ginger.

Take a look at your life and ask yourself…what am I doing exactly. If you don’t know, that is okay. If you have an inkling, great. Spend some time with it and allow it to marinate in the rains that are the foundation of our current Miami.

Analyze the gray, the black, the ugly and the week. We spend so much time focusing on the light that we forget there are other aspects that also exist that require another look.

Feast or famine. Fresh water or soda. Dance in the club or sleep on the beach. Ask yourself the important questions…and move into the next day unscathed.
One Love.

Piscean Moment

The fear that goes into inviting a person to lunch is absolutely ridiculous. Perhaps fear is not the word. There is hesitation. Why? Overanalyzing each and every single situation seems to be my downfall. Every possibly scenario plays itself out in my head. I apparently do this so very much that when I decided to shave my head without so much as a scheduled appointment, shockwaves went throughout the earth. It felt good to follow my vision of perfectly crafted eyebrows with a clean shaven head. I was called bold, beautiful, and outright sexy. This was throwing caution to the wind at its finest. Inviting this person to lunch….let’s see if I can get my introverted self to take that step….