Month: October 2015

I have recently decided to make some changes in a certain area in my life. With intentions to fill my life with more positive energy, I have put into the universe that I will find what it is that I am seeking. My boots are on and I am ready to do the walking –I only hope that life will meet me in the middle.

My sage is burning and I am repeating my mantra, “Out with the bad and in with the good.” Here’s hoping.

And here is a little something I wrote:

Glitter. Entrance. Floor.

Glad you showed up tonight
Now is the time to dim the lights
Everything is lovely
Everything is amazing
Just as long as you stay what you are:
A mirrorball. A shining star.
Spin your globe around all night
You disco diva who I hope just might
Drop down low and give the floor
A tickle and make it beg for more
Dance on glitter, through that door
Breathe the music;
Shaking deep into your core

Here in New York, we are all going through that uneasy period when you don’t know what exactly to wear. We are transitioning from summer to fall clothing. Anyone who does not know the perils of pulling items of clothing to wear the night before— or even the morning of, when it has suddenly become quite chilly— might not understand.

Today, I bit the bullet and grabbed a long-sleeved button-down shirt. I put it on and pranced around the apartment for a bit to make sure it was the right choice for the day. I felt like Edward Scissorhands in my movements, and felt like I could not breathe or move in a way that was easy like summer.

This may all seem like a trivial problem. But it is a problem that I have faced every fall since moving to New York seven and a half years ago. It’s not easy for me to go from shorts, t-shirts, and sandals to a neck-to-toe wrapping. Maybe I am alone in this battle.

For now, I’m just going to pray that my new ankle boots stop making the back of my feet bleed and that I can take less than an hour to decide what cold weather outfit will make me the happiest. I’m all about the dress-and-dash.

My Grandpa Ed recently passed away. He was such an inspiration to me, in many ways. He was an incredible singer/dancer and had the best sense of humor. But, most of all, he was a gentleman. The kind of man that you don’t really see many of these days.

My friend and I were chatting last night about how hard it is at times to be kind. Sometimes, it seems as though people are so defensive that there is not even enough space for goodness to penetrate. My goal, when backed into these sorts of corners, is to walk away with grace. Taking the high road is always the best choice— even when all you want to do is scream and punch someone in the face.

Karma has also been on my mind a lot. I have a big desire to boost my own and I’ve recently taken extra steps to try to do good things for people. I do believe that if we all strive to do so, we can make this world a better place. A gentleman’s world.