Thank them each day

We had a great day celebrating dad’s birthday and catching up! I wish I had the opportunity to do this more; maybe one day we’ll all be close to each other (distance-wise, of course ha ha).

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Who says you’re inadequate?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately.


I suppose I’m allowed this luxury now that finals are behind me. I live in a society bombarded by consumerism. Who’s/What’s Hot and Who’s/What’s Not. Why do we rely upon so many randos to tell us if we look good, act appropriately, smell good, etc. I’m so tired of constantly worrying about what others assume the first time we meet. There is no right or wrong human being. What I believe to be appropriate may not be completely appropriate for my grandmother, and that’s how the world is supposed to be.

You see, in my opinion, the world is better off because of the amount of diversity present. No one would travel if each continent was uniform. There’s no fun in observing a different culture if it’s just like the one you have known your entire life. The status quo and societal norms constrain us in so many ways.

I’m a fan of the show Taboo. I think it’s pretty cool that NatGeo took the opportunity to highlight people and customs that might be considered bizarre by most. Then again, the word taboo makes me mad. Why is it that we don’t openly talk about things that are “taboo.” Sure, some play devil’s advocate too often but serious discussions about silenced subjects are necessary to move forward.

We should take the opportunity to look for the good in each person we meet. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, someone once wrote or said or something. I completely agree. What I find beautiful may not be the same for you, and that’s how humanity works. We are all connected as Homo sapiens, but we are not all cut from the same thread. Personalities, senses of humor and ideals vary. And I dig that.

My Mom

Sentiments abound, folks.

My mom is a badass. As I was growing up, I never really understood why she was so intense all the time. Sure, she had fun but it wasn’t a top priority. You see, she worked in a male-dominated field. When she came home from work, she would still carry the weight on her shoulders. I could tell by age 5 that her job was stressful.

I’ve always believed that she walked around her office and told people what to do. Now I see, though, that her position was more critical than that. She was able to negotiate through scenario after scenario and turn the worst of enemies into the best of friends. She would always say to me growing up, “You’re lucky that you can take classes like Trigonometry. We girls had to take typewriting and home economics.” It never resonated until I entered a university setting.

I love the fact that mama Sharon is sarcastic, cusses like a sailor, treats my friends like her friends and has insight about everything I have questions about. I can’t imagine not having her to confide in on a daily basis. When something good, bad, whatever, takes place in my life she is the first person I think of to tell. I appreciate her more than she will ever know, even if she doesn’t think it’s  safe to follow my passion for activism in different countries around the world.

I guess, in reality, my ultimate goal when I was younger was to make her proud. I recognize it now without any sort of affirmation.