Where Sh*t Gets Built, Beauty is captured, and laughing is Essential. No Bullsh•t.
Let me clear up a few things before I blah, blah you about my creative ventures and their takeaways. Each creative venture is surprisingly full of Life Lessons and Laughter. If anything I say hits home, I pray you can leave here with hope and a fire desire to turn Lemons into Lemonade and Hoes into Housewives. Lol. Well, hustling housewives. Trust and believe if there's something that you want to change for a better life, then you need to fall in love with being obedient and disciplined. In baby steps, then Big Baby steps, this is doable. Gaining the strength required to acquire these two can only lead you to a steadfast determination to learn and master them for the Win, much like one of my many childhood moments. In middle school, every day after basketball practice, I walked across the street to the neighborhood convenience store; it was there where my soul was full of temptation. I wanted to spend my money on my favorite junk combo: An orange Fanta soda, a bag of white cheddar popcorn, and a Twix for dessert, but I was there for one reason: winning the game, all 256 stages. I had to get further in my quest, and with the pocket change my grandfather would bless me with, it wasn't enough to do both. So I quickly hurried to the end of the aisle, squinting to block out the snack attack temptations, and beelined to the queen. I played until I regretfully ran out of quarters. Mrs. Pac-Man had my ass in a chokehold at an early age. She took all my money. I would have five quarters, meaning I had 15 lives to advance to the next level while gaining more lives as I chomped through the maze, dodging those colored haters. "Ghosts" of all races did everything they could to kill me, but I kept cleaning my land and eating my fruit. In turn, it was empowering, making me faster and wiser to outsmart those pesky ass bullies. I'd hit a quick right, snatching on the joystick, then a quick left, followed by a fierce, quick head shake that jooked my pretty ass right up out of their attempted gang bang. After a while, it became easy. I put in so much work and studied my opps, so that I could save myself. They indeed got the best of me sometimes. Well, many times, but you must remember I had five quarters that gave me 15 lives to fight back. We, my lovelies, have one life to fight for and many chances to make better choices. Maintaining persistence, prayer, patience, and the power to get back up after uninvited failures is the game. Win.
Anyway, play Ms. Pac-Man with me. Now, I could have kept my quarters and shopped in the store or gone to the Candy lady's house up the street like everyone else did, but I chose to accomplish my mission and have fun doing it. Life is the same. Shit happens. How we respond and handle ourselves determines the outcome. We just often choose to eat the cake at the wrong time. This, my friend, has to stop. Your children are watching, and boyyyyy are they listening. Don't play the victim due to your bad choices or your not learning a damn thing about yourself or this world to kick ass in it. If you are still losing at Mrs. Pacman, obviously, your way isn't working for you. Let's try a different approach. Let's try looking at and dissecting the person staring back in the mirror. Are they a friend or associate? Remove everything, and look at yourself from head to toe. Notice all of you. Look at your eyebrows, your eyes, the color of your eyes, your lips. Observe every single thing. See yourself in the present without materialistic cloaks of validation, just your nakedness. Who are you without any of those things? If you don't know, then with the shit that I have to say, you're likely to be offended, so this is kind of sort of like my disclaimer. This read is the beginning of something extraordinary. It's like taking a daily vitamin that serves your thoughts so well that you can make better choices. I mean, let's be clear: we all have things going on with us that potentially will have us show the "crazy" hiding in the crevices of our minds, awaiting the moment to show the f#ck out. Therefore, obedience and discipline are warranted. The world seems to be getting weirder and colder. Not ice bath cold, but emotionally cold, strange and isolating. People are living in the "I don't give a f#ck bubble." When the truth is, they give way too many f*cks silently. This internal war and turmoil leads to mental, emotional, physical, and financial chaos. Yet, and still, I'm rooting for you on your growth journey. All that energy put into overthinking and self-sabotaging is dead. I desire every soul reading this to know when to be done with anything in your way of success and a better you. I learned the hard way by ignoring my triggers, hiding my pain, and refusing to believe people are often not who they say they are but who they wish to be. End your pain, Sis; you too, Bro, and be honest with the person staring back in the mirror for a change. Learn from it all. Ya, dig? It's time to let go of that negativity and embrace a better, healthier you. Cliche'', mmm hmm, I know, but so is making excuses for not growing, learning, or tending to your mental health. Worry and anger hold no weight, nor does it solve problems. Therapy does! I know life is like trying to walk a straight line while blindfolded; it is a balancing act filled with stress, fears, doubts, and self-sabotaging confusion. I get it, And I could go on and on with fitting descriptions of life. Amidst all the chaos, I'm here to offer encouragement and show you how creativity heals. Much like when you discover the beauty and joy in your photos, videos, art, and heart. Awww. When you stumble upon those treasures, time freezes, and you ride on a cloud of nostalgia straight down memory lane, street, and highway of pure goodness, or maybe not. If the latter is the case, we have some work to do. Be grateful for those memorable moments. They come in handy when we feel alone or exhausted from the trying days of figuring it all out. None of us have it mapped out; we're all just winging it. But we all deserve those warm, fuzzy moments filled with life lessons, love, and laughter. I found a way to make every job a creative process, resulting in something meaningful and cherishable for generations. Consider "Creative EveryThang" your dose of feel-good with artistic finesse and a generous serving of my authentic, firm personality. Life's too short to be boring and sugar-coating things, don't you agree?
The CE blog topics will range from remodeling a kitchen to capturing the essence of a bride and groom or simply sharing my version of the Mona Lisa. Creative EveryThang is about embracing life's chaos and finding beauty in a mess. Every project is a learning adventure worth sharing. And you're invited to join me on this artistic yet healing voyage. Deuces.
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Creatively Yours,
Miche
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