What’s Rockin’ My World: Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to all you out there. I pray that whatever you’re doing, you’re not doing it alone. I’ve been in this real rut, going through the mundane activities of life and not being really inspired to write about anything. I’ve published the least amount of posts in 2017 and although that does not mean I didn’t get a lot accomplished (thinking back, it seems like I’ve done A LOT this year offline), I am thinking about whether I want to continue writing on this platform. *sad face*

I haven’t fully decided, so don’t cry just yet. I feel very thankful to have connected with some of you in very meaningful ways. Today is a day of good news. So here’s what’s rockin’ my world:

  • I got my nose pierced. This is old news, but still worth sharing. The piercing is rarely seen in pictures that are not close-up but I like it.
  • I went to Houston for a weekend back in October. I got to visit my friend and see more of Houston than I did my first time around. I also got a real swanky photo shoot at the McGovern Centennial Gardens. Fun all around.
  • Perhaps the biggest news of them all: I have officially filed my LLC! I’ll be starting work for my private practice in December…Progress has been slow and steady but I’m ready!
  • We are almost halfway through the school year, almost, almost.
  • I’m super excited about new travel ventures next year. I’ve got to have a grand trip next year just haven’t narrowed down where. I am definitely going back to Costa Rica though.
  • This is year 2 of non-traditional Thanksgiving, I’m learning how to embrace not having my family readily accessible. It does affect my mood, but I’m trying to cope in my own way. Although I’m not in Costa Rica this year, I’m thankful to be surrounded by “chosen family.”

I pray everyone reading this has a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving. Eat, chill and be merry! #NoJudgment

Love,

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What’s Rockin’ My World: Happy Thanksgiving

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Write the things you need to hear:

You will be successful in your business.

Slow and steady consistency is the key. Successful businesses are not built overnight.

You’re a brilliant writer. Write when you are happy, when you are full, and when you need to be filled.

Holidays without family are understandably tough. This holiday season could be the start of new traditions.

Take time to enjoy where you are. You’re in a good place.

You are on a great path, enjoy the sights.

You are loved. People think about you daily, and pray for you too.

Pray for your family more. Pray for the country.

Make more phone calls.

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Fall Favorite: Broad City (Hulu)

A recap of my fave episode of Season 1. #BroadCity is available to binge on Hulu.

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Broad City is based in New York, it revolves around two friends: Ilana and Abbi. It follows their lives; their triumphs and failures- but it ain’t that deep. They are funny, quirky girls trying to make it in a big city.

S1:E9 APARTMENT HUNTERS

The episode starts with a music video re-enactment in the tune of Drake’s “Started from the Bottom.” Can you stand the rain, anyone? Abbi’s making it rain at the bank, depositing a big ass check from a recent illustration gig.

After she discovers her non-roommate jerking off in the living room, she decides she’s moving out. The assignment: find a new apartment in New York City. The broker, Pam, pulls up.

After 3 apartment viewings, Abbi decides to search on her own without Pam’s expertise.

Ilana, her spunky counterpart, has discovered she is being charged for a remote she never returned when she cancelled her cable service. But where, or who, has the lost remote?

Abbi enlists the help of Ilana’s “boy toy” Lincoln, to search for an apartment. Did she find her dream place?

Best line of the episode: “Bitch, you’re 22.”

Warning: If you don’t like cussing or vulgar comedy, this show is probably not for you.

What’s your fall favorite show?

Fall Favorite: Broad City (Hulu)

She’s Best Tweets of 2017

Topics range from #firstworldproblems, #food, #life, #career, #mundanemusings.

Follow me @TracitaLinda. I talk back!

10. Making rent payments online is a first world blessing. 12:29 PM – 31 Jul 2017

9. My life has been better since giving up bras. 10:42 PM – 19 Jul 2017

8. I can’t clear my head until I clear my workspace. But lazy. 9:39 PM – 21 Jul 2017

7. Sat on the porch. Talked with the stars. 9:37 PM – 9 Sep 2017

6. I’m learning not every email deserves a response. 4:03 PM – 8 Sep 2017

5. True life: I geek over board games. 5:29 PM – 5 Sep 2017

4. I’m tired, but not too tired to toast some bread up. 10:58 PM – 26 Aug 2017

3. I want to eat some Ramen but I know it’ll taste a little bit like defeat. 9:10 PM – 15 Aug 2017

2. My therapist told me she was having her salmon flown in fresh from Alaska and now I can’t enjoy my basic ass salmon. 5:39 PM – 15 Aug 2017

1. Done choosing what’s safe. Or comfortable. I’m ready for a work setting that’s going to stretch me beyond what I think I can do. Amen 11:57 PM – 7 Aug 2017

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School’s In & Other Stuff

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I go back to work tomorrow. *Breathes deeply*

This week is the week before students go back to school. Maryland’s governor has pushed back the start date of school for students in order for the State to enjoy another week of summer break (read: Labor Day shmoney.) For a school-based SLP, this is the week before the craziness begins. There’s a chance to set-up speech rooms/offices/shared space/closets, acclimate oneself with the school schedule, culture, administrative staff, and teachers. There’s also the chance to look at the caseload, print IEP’s and get the organizational systems under way. I like the fresh slate of the beginning.

There’s the exciting part of the newness and then the prayers that your students won’t give you a run for your money. Or that the special education team is not a mess. In spite of all the unknowns, I’m thankful for a career where I’m needed and I’m glad to have a job!

This year, I’ll be getting a big lesson on time management as I work on my passion project part time. With a part time job starting my company and part time in the schools, I’m looking forward to where I’ll be 6 months from now. As for now, I’m enjoying the end of my last day of vacation.

What was the highlight of your summer?

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What About Your Friends?

For many women, friends are our primary partners through life; they are the ones who move us into new homes, out of bad relationships, through births and illnesses.

-Rebecca Traister’s book

Female friendships are a topic I’ve avoided writing about. I have so many thoughts around the subject and yet nothing I felt would add anything meaningful to this blog. It’s true that I become wholly self-aware and self-conscious around the topic. However I’m here, attacking my trigger.

Where do I begin? So let me say that the age of online friendships is a gift and a curse. I blame Facebook. With the click of a button, you “Friend” someone. Is that all it takes? A passive, mindless act? You may never personally message that person, write on that person’s wall, or even have to remember that person’s birthday (FB does it for you.) But you made a new friend. On the other hand, when I learned of my acceptance into Howard University, I took to Twitter. I couldn’t anticipate the people who extended themselves like @PeaceLuvNicole. We met within weeks, and that made the transition a bit easier. There are people who are eager about taking the relationship offline, and I love and appreciate that. I started becoming more and more comfortable with the idea that I could meet some quality people by just initiating the gesture. Although I dealt with general anxiety from moving to a city where I knew 2 people and had no family, Twitter peoples helped through the process. 

Everyone is quick to “like” my minor triumphs and “heart” my Instagram photos — passive interaction has become the default setting, the status quo.

-Felicia Sullivan

I can make friends easier online. You learn a lot about someone based on what they post. It’s not the ideal way, but it’s easy, less risky and convenient. It’s passive. Trying to make friends in real life involves risk. Meeting strangers hoping and praying it leads to something can be disappointing.

Does she like me?

Does she think I’m talking too much?

Am I talking too much?

She’s so fashionable. I wish I could dress like that.

I’m 30 years old, why is this so difficult?

Truth is, I have a lot of standards because I invest a lot when I care for someone. To me, my standards are like the bare minimum of cultivating and sustaining a friendship.

  1. Thou must not be flaky. I’ve experienced a lot of people that will make plans one day, then inform me the day of that they can’t make it. REPEATEDLY.
  2. Thou must spend quality time. This is my love language, not negotiable. It’s the main reason why I make the effort to see friends that don’t live nearby. We connect when we are actually together.
  3. Thou must show REAL LIFE effort. Check-in with one another, attempt to go out and do stuff. You know, real basic and mutual.

I understand that different people need different things from friendships. I’ve always wanted a group of “girlfriends” that I could count on to do life together with. My history with friends has never amounted to that. It’s not to say it won’t happen, maybe it will take some adjusting of expectations.

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Some posts worth exploring:

What the Market Will Bear: The Long Game of Female Friendships

Sorry I’ve Been a Shitty Friend: A Multiple Choice Form Letter

What About Your Friends?

Things I want to tell my mom

I think that a most special relationship is one between mother and daughter. I’m always fascinated to read fiction books about mothers and daughters, I tear up when I see special moments on TV, or even in real life. I’m aware of all the complexities that exist between being mothered, having to alter that relationship when daughter becomes an adult, and then possibly daughter becoming caretaker down the road. It truly does come full circle.

My mom became a teenage mother without having had a nurturing mother herself. There is a long list of qualities and knowledge she didn’t have, or possess when she became a mother. I can list many things I wish my mother did better. No parent is perfect. Instead of highlighting things that cannot be changed, I’d rather tell my mother some things I think she did superbly well.

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Mom, 

I accept you for who you are. I don’t blame you for anything that you may feel you could have done better in raising me because I think you did the best you could have done with what you were given. Thank you for sharing with me about your past, I know it’s not easy for you to talk about after all this time.

I feel very blessed to have such a spunky and open-minded mother. I don’t have to worry about being someone I’m not, for you to approve. If I wanted to spend my days writing a book on a Greek island, I know you would support me. If I was anti-marriage, you would say “I understand.” If I decided to only eat red meat during odd numbered years, you would just ask “Are you eating meat this year?” with no judgment. You don’t try to impose your views on me and I respect that.

I know that we live States away from each other and you lead a very busy working life. I wish you didn’t have to work so hard, and I have big goals in my professional life to ease your load. As long as I can help, I will do so with no lament.

Thank you for sending me to California and South Carolina during some summers and exposing me to life outside of New York City. Thank you for making Christmases special and taking care of the cats I always wanted but didn’t want to actually clean after. Thank you for simply being there. Thank you for not accepting sub-par penmanship on my homework. Thank you for sending me greeting cards for every occasion and even for no occasion. Thank you for giving me a chance against many odds. 

With Love,

your daughter.

Things I want to tell my mom