10 Seconds: Undressed, Angered, and Disappointed

Last weekend, I was in the mall when a group of young men walked by me. It was only about a 10 second interactions from the moment I saw them, the moment they saw me, and the time it took for them to actually pass me by. It was only 10 seconds...10 seconds out of the 24 hours of my day...but for me, it was 10 seconds too long- 10 seconds that set me ablaze and caused my soul to anger and my fist to clench.
How could a 10 second interaction shake my spirit so much so that days later, I can still feel the same amount of disgust just as if I was still in the moment?
It was just 10 seconds! 10 SECONDS!!!! 10 seconds out of the 86,400 I had in the day.
I'll tell you how...second by second.

I'm Selfish. Sue Me.

Sometimes...well, a lot of times, all I can seem to think about is myself. So what? Am I wrong? No, not at all. As a matter of fact, I encourage more people to think more about themselves. What do you want?

For years, I have heard many people talk about the beauty of selflessness. Selflessness is a beautiful thing, no doubt. But let me tell you, you are sadly mistaken if you don't think that every person who has discovered the true beauty of selflessness, is not also selfish . Because the true beauty of selflessness is what? It is understanding the fulfillment that we gain in thinking of, or doing for someone other than ourselves. So... we may not be getting something out of it as far as reciprocation or acknowledgement, but, our souls are nourished, our thoughts are challenged, our views are changed, and our lives are enhanced. We feel fulfilled.

A Barrel or Three Years?

A little over a month ago, a man named Alex Johnson went missing. From what I have read and hear, he was a pretty stand up guy. No one had any clue why anyone would be out to get him. After weeks and weeks of searching, Alex was found- in a barrel, in the Kentucky River.

About a week ago, I watched the preview for a film called "Dreams of a Life". It is based on the true story of Joyce Vincent, a London socialite, who died alone in her home, wrapping Christmas presents. No one really looked into her missing. No one knew she had died until her body was discovered...THREE YEARS LATER.

No Reflection February- Join Me!

1. Make-Up Dependent Fiend
2.Calorie Counting Maniac

These are two things that I have a great fear of becoming. 

Have you ever caught yourself making an excuse for your appearance... "Sorry, I look like a bum", "Oh my gosh, my face is a mess, I didn't have time to put on any make up today", or "Sorry my hair is a mess, I need a hair cut"... Have you ever asked yourself, why?

Is It Wrong to Cry in a Coffee Shop?

 Tonight, I came down to the coffee shop to write a post for my blog...which I felt quite un-enthused about. I couldn't think of anything to write about, I felt tired (well, I still feel tired as I'm writing this), and it felt like I couldn't get anything to slow down- my body was moving fast, and so was my mind. I had to purposely  stop myself from multi-tasking, just so I could slow down for a minute to enjoy the moment that I was breathing in...and as soon as I did that, it happened. Tears.

7 lessons in 7 months

7 months ago, I heard the words, "Djuan, we're gonna have to let you go." It was a hard pill to swallow, but it was a pill I had been staring at for a long time. I wasn't proactive about it, so I was fired. But...I believe that may have been the best thing that happened to me last year. I've had a lot of time to think and explore and learn, and I'm still thinking and exploring and learning...but for now, here are 7 simple lessons I've learned.

2014 Is Going To Be Like Bird Poop

I usually spend New Year's Eve Eve and New Year's Eve, trying to make sure that everything is just perfect to roll into the new year. I do things like... clean my house from top to bottom, deep clean the bathroom, wash, dry, and fold all laundry, clean out the refrigerator, throw out the half eaten box of girl scout cookies in the cupboard, wash my hair, shave my legs, lotion every square inch of my body, pick out a clean (and sometimes new) outfit, get the car washed and cleaned out...you know, just trying to have everything perfect going into the new year.