November showed up in Los Angeles today, but she forgot to bring her homegirl fall with her.
This is not a complaint; it’s just an observation.
We are still having summer weather right now. When I think back on it, I feel like I have been wearing shorts for most of the year. We don’t necessarily get seasons in L.A. the same way the rest of the country does, but we do experience some temperature changes and a bit of rain.
Right now, it feels like it’s been hot for months, and again, it’s not a complaint; it’s an observation.Hello, November
I was in the ER for hours, and I do mean hours. They ran all types of tests on me and my eyes, and they determined that I had a detached retina. The ophthalmologist who was on call for the ER that evening didn’t think it was a real emergency, and he told them to send me to his office 25 miles away the next day. This annoyed me, and the physician’s assistant in the ER told me he didn’t think it would be a big deal for me to just call the ophthalmologist on the following Monday (which was Juneteenth) and let them know what happened at the ER. He told me to tell them I would need to be seen right away.And we’re back!
When I tell y’all I was completely humbled and flattered by that, please believe me. Ever since Michael and I started working together in 2017, I have been one of his biggest fans. His writing is brilliant. He is a gifted storyteller and a knowledgeable historian.
I really want to be like him when I grow up, and him liking something I wrote is worth bragging about, so there you have it.a hot link sandwich #4
I had developed this habit of getting up and out of bed at 5am and spending an hour journaling. I set my alarm each night, and I made myself put my feet on the floor and stand up when it went off.
I stopped doing that and instead started sleeping until my body woke up on its own.
The result is I end up staying in bed longer and longer each morning before I finally get up and start my day.
I think it’s time to bring that former habit back.
I don’t think this person truly knows why they do what they do nor why they chose to act this way to me. I certainly can’t explain it, nor do I feel the need to.
What I do know is that they are not a good person, no matter how much they try to pretend they are. There is no integrity to be had when your intentions come from a selfish and self-serving place.
I was open. I was honest. I did more than post platitudes on social media and act as if they were a reflection of my lived experience.
I am my lived experience each and every day, and I always own it — the good, the bad, and the ugly.it’s not you; it’s them
I’m reading a book right now that is totally changing my perspective on the way I set goals and how I go about achieving them.
Read the latest issue, “in medias res” and let me know what you think.
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