Good morning friends!
I got this weird notion that my Third Eye was talking to me through Promise from When in Room. Like it was apologizing to me for barking different things at me, but it’s “just trying to find the right words to say” in order for me to do what’s right for me.
We listen, we don’t judge. 🤌
I also got this idea for my first play at watercolor. I’m calling it Woman in Flames. I just see a tall Amazonian woman standing behind all of us in the flames.
Also, I started thinking about my identity and as always, I came to the same conclusion: I’m just me. Sure, I notice the stereotypical similarities between myself and Cubans and myself and white girls, Miamians, etc. But as much as, like a lot of us, I try to fit in certain boxes…that’s just not the first thing I think of when I think of myself. I’m just me. Boxes are funny to poke fun of and toy with, but shouldn’t be the only instrument we use to connect with each other. Me thinks. We’re just Us.
And that was, ahem. *clears throat, then sings* rrrandom unfiiiiltered epiphanyyyy pooost!
I’m happy you have allowed me to disturb you on a Saturday or whichever day I find you. That didn’t sound creepy. Anyhow, thanks for dropping by! 🙇♀️
P.S. Watch Mr. Right. Those two in the featured image are the best. Especially him. 🫠
🙂 *kick box*
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