Sleeping in until my heart is content
My kids, my kids, not throwing fits
No arguments please, it’s what I need
Breakfast being brought to me in bed
The food is cooked perfectly
A coffee cup the size of my head
Carmel and hazelnut hits my nose
As I eat, I read my Bible
Soaking in His Holy fire
I climb out of bed
Brush my teeth
Take a long shower, soaking in the heat
Getting dress and going to an hair appointment
She does my hair exactly how I want
My feet and nails are next
Feeling relaxed from my head, hands and feet

We Pack up the car to go have some fun
Heading to the beach to meet up with family
It’s not just my kids and husband who’s there
It’s my family from my youth and His as well
We stay there all day, enjoying each other’s presence
Time is flying by as we soak in the sunshine

Last minute plans are made
Deciding to go out to eat
Laughter and smiles and happy vibes
Hit our hearts as the day ticks by
We all embrace one another with a hug
Going home, the kids fall asleep in the car
Carrying them inside, tucking them in one by one

Now it’s time for Mom and Dad
Alone time in our bed
Loving on one another in the present
Staying up as long as we can
Just cracking jokes, cuddling and watching our show
Until we fall asleep in one another arms and hopes
Sealed with a kiss we end the day
With sweet dreams in peace

Unmasked

I have been creating perfect days my entire life
They weren’t perfect for me
But what I thought perfect should be

I’ve been creating a life
One I thought I wanted
One I thought I was supposed to have

My perfect day would look like it does on tv
I have lived those days
Those days are not me

So many times I have had the perfect day
Shopping with the girls, brunch at a nice restaurant, tanning by the pool
These things have left me drained, exhausted, confused

So many times I have created the perfect experience
To be let down
To not feel the way they seem

I’ve had my days
In comfy clothes, dim lights, friends each doing their favorite thing
Cooking safe foods together, napping, making sure were hydrated
Watching things we’ve seen a million times; doing things we’ve done a million and one
Laughing and giggling and crying and sitting in silence

I have left those days feeling so at peace
So rejuvenated
So myself

I have also left those days feeling wrong
It is not what being social is meant to look like
It doesn’t match the script that is in my head

I am learning to live life
The one I didn’t know that I wanted
The one that I am supposed to have

I will continue to create perfect days, for the rest of my life.
perfect for me.
I define what perfect should be.

My perfect day
could be fall or spring
at home or exploring
solitary or spent with the people who embody my joy.
There is nothing to be earned
no aesthetic to be achieved.
Perfect,
I am outside
connected with the earth
moving my body
in the ways that empower me.
I am cocooned at home
connected beyond the physical
using my creativity
in the ways that embolden me.
A perfect day
makes your soul swell
so mine,
I am in my body
I am in touch with all my parts
past present future
and my ties to everything around me.
My perfect day
I am at peace
with the beauty of my life
I am aware
of each moment as it comes and goes.
And now I know:
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder
and I behold perfection in abundance.

Growing up on Sailor Moon
And looney toons
Slip and slides
Always with soapy eyes.
Carefree summers
We were Beach bummers
Adulthood far from our minds
Ice cream of many kinds
Man hunt and freeze tag
Always up for a good fart bomb gag.
Childhood was a bliss
Something you’ll always miss.

A Perfect Day –

Is it something grand, that glistens in your eyes
Towering over the land
Or is it more miniscule

A moment that glimmers and refreshes your mind
A tiny tangent in the timeline that brings a surprise

They’re all as grand or as granular as you’d like

At the end of the day, it’s about how the passing of time defines your mind
It’s not repeatable in production –
But rather, something that is well worth casting

It’s the small glances that you keep near
Let them shimmer
Let them steer.

That’s my perfect day.

My morning started off calm
I awoke from the tweets
from the birds who were outside my window
perched up on a tree
i headed downstairs for a bite to eat
and i was greeted by my entire family
moms frying eggs and plantain
dads got a cup of tea
rest of my siblings are scrambling round the kitchen
doing their individual things
i pause for a moment
basking in the gratitude i feel for these scenes
later in the day i link up with the gang
which is always a treat
we headed down to the water
it was our favorite spot to meet
laughing about nothing
running amuck through the streets
the days i spent with them
i always felt the most free
by 6pm the gang is itching to get into an activity
we go home
change clothes
and make our way to the roller rink
the dj is setting the tone
playing all the hottest beats
rolling with my entire crew
you’ll fasho catch us rolling dirty
hitting crazy dance moves
giggling at the newbies who fall to their knees
at the end of the night we head to the water one more time
to chat over a blunt about the things we seen
when we finally decide to part ways it was almost 3
i wish the days we spent like this last for eternity
being surrounded by no judgement
and love that comes with no fee
spending time with the people i love
is always a perfect day to me

My love and I wake in a new city.
Maybe a new country.

Either continental or café,
We enjoy a breakfast with good coffee
and pastries.
The chocolatiest of croissants,
The softest of scones,
and the warmest of waffles.

Then, we go for a walk.
We take our time to inhale the fresh air and
absorb the new city’s noises and
admire its unique architecture.

Our walk ends at a bookstore.
As we wander the shop’s aisles,
the bookstack we carry grows and grows and grows!
My love says, “Yes, of course we can buy them all.”
(We are not worried about the logistics of getting the books home.)
Once the stack is so high that
we can’t see over it,
we buy them all.

On our walk back to wherever-we’re-staying,
we make a pit-stop for takeout.
Most likely Chinese food, but
could be Korean or Indian or poke, too.

Next, but before dinner, is a warm shower.
Rich instrumental music with dissonant harmonies
and bubbly shampoo.
Fragrance-free body lotion and French skincare,
Followed by the baggiest of sweatpants and
an oversized tee.

Now all squeaky clean, my love and I eat dinner
over a grand adventure on a screen.
All snuggled,
we fall asleep before the credits roll.

what’s my idea of a perfect day? Well, that’s easy. I’m kind of more of a simple girl these days, now that I’m older. Actually, come to think of it, I never had the chance to really sit and think of what a perfect day would mean/look like for me from start to finish. Wow. I guess there really is a first time for everything……so here we go.
My Perfect &Peaceful Day.

As soon as I open my eyes. First thing I would do to get my day started, I will first start with prayer of the morning. Thanking our creator for another day, is always a must do to reinsure a great start to a great day. I follow prayer with meditation routine. That for me includes, deep breaths while sitting in silence, journaling, reading, anything to help prepare me for the day. This centers my mind so that it’s easier for me to be able to go out into the world and be able to deal with those around me.
After maybe an hour or two, make me a nice snack or breakfast. Which usually ends up being just a healthy quick snack because I don’t really like breakfast. Then, I do what I like to call “self-care repair” routine. It’s when I either take a nice bubble bath or a nice shower with my favorite candles, music, book. More time to relax and enjoy my own company before heading out for the day. After bathing/showering, I have a face-wash/skin routine as well. Then after that I put on my cloths and head out. If I’m not heading out then I would either read, write a bit beacuse I love writting (if you can’t already tell lol), listen to music and maybe watch movies for the remainder of the day.
But if it’s one of those days where I want to get some fresh air, I can always count on one of my favorite places….downtown at the lakefront or beach. Basically, anywhere with big body of water. I love water. A nice walk on a trail is always a great way to get fresh air and become one with nature too.
But it’s just something about being near water, in water or just even being around water that sooths me. Calms me, gives me clarity, gives me peace and I love it. I have been this way for as long as I can remember. Sometimes while sitting near the lake, I read, or just sit and think, sometimes I may even cry every once in awhile. But whenever I’m done, something about it always gets my creative juices flowing and song lyrics start coming to mind or idea to do a certain project may come to mind. So, nature and I work very well with one another. I stop to appreciate her (nature) , and she does what she does…..inspire.

Afterwards, I would go home, get started on those ideas and plans rigth away and start working towards accomplishing them. I always end my day with more mediation and prayer, being thankful for what that day has given me in prepration for a better tomorrow. Then, take another bubble bath/hot shower, more self-care repair and relaxation to finish off the day before a night of great sleep.

I know, may seem pretty boring to some, and that’s okay. See, what I learned as I got older, the more I value peace of mind and a peace of quite. Expecially in today’s world where peace seems hard to come by. So, you sometimes have to create your own peace. Prayer, Meditation, Fresh-Air, Nature and A Postive Mind-set all brings forth peace and creativity. And all of these things are 100% free.

The sun kissed my cheeks as I opened the blinds.
The silence echoed through the home,
Telling the tale of a good morning.

Warm on the inside and cold on the outside,
That’s just how I like it.
It’s the Earths way of telling me to rest.
Although, this coffee is telling me not to be still,
I sat down, on my emerald green couch and focused on my breath.

The comfort of my space is refreshing.
To know that I am my home has been nothing short of a blessing.

How wonderful it is, to dance in this love that has filled my apartment.
Gratitude poured out of my mouth and onto my possessions.
This solitude allows me to exhale without stressing.

Self has made this place her home and she is here to stay.
Sitting in my sanctuary is what keeps me sane.
As the sun kissed my cheeks, it heard me say,
“This, my love, is a perfect day.”

Rise and shine you beautiful soul!
We have work to do today.
Roll that delicate body out of bed and awaken to the day of wonders ahead.
Today, feels like a good day. I Declare it, embrace it and give thanks.
It’s the perfect day to live.
I am embracing the relaxation and peace that has been gifted to me on such a beautiful morning.
I stretch, and sit up, wiggling my my toes as my legs hang down from my bed. A giggle escapes my lips followed by a smile as my dog mimics me. She nudges me and lets me know that it is time to officially wake up.
I step off of my bed and stand tall. There’s no pain at all. No tingling, no burning, no stiffness at all.
I am at peace. I playfully ask my kitty Nirvana -“Do I choose coffee, or green tea?” She meows back at me. I dance around the the kitchen and I embrace being pain free. There is no stress or struggle as I start my daily chores. You may think this sounds silly, the happiness that bending down brings me as I slide on my shoes. I did it absolutely pain free and that is perfect. It’s perfect for me.
The sun is shining so bright, and I put the leash on my dog. Bieng pain free, has blessed me with a morning walk.
I have energy!
Enough energy to conquer the world, well, that is, enough energy to conquer “My world” or, at least to conquer the tasks that most days I am unable to. Today, I am pain free, and it is absolutely perfect.
I think it’s a good day to go to the gym. Perfect day, that is.
I grab my bag, my book, headphones and my water bottle.
I’m a little bit nervous that this may not last, but quickly push the thoughts away. As today, this moment I am pain free, and today is the perfect day.
My body moves freely, and with each breath that I take I am breathing in love and gratitude. These days are few and far between. Today, I woke up pain free.
I am able to grocery shop without any fears or anxiety. There is no looking over my shoulder I am in the moment. I am safe, and I am living life peacefully. Today, I give thanks for walking up pain free.
I am able to walk the three flights of stairs to visit my grandmother. We’re going to have lunch and play some games. Her company and her smile bring me so much comfort. I’m giving thanks, for such a perfect day.
I woke up pain free. I woke up with the chance to show the world the actual me. With a smile on my face, and my posture upright. I am filled with gratitude and peace. I am grateful for my life.
The perfect day for me, means living without pain.
Without tears, and strain. Oh how I am grateful when I am blessed with a perfect pain free day.
🙏

I’ve never went to pastry school
But a baker I am,
Maybe one day, I’ll add to the list-
home made jam.
Working in my own kitchen while I raise and grow babies too,
I won’t lie, never clocking into a serving shift wouldn’t make me feel blue.
An ideal day looks like this-
Coffee in the sunshine,
It’s pure bliss.
Babies feed the chickens,
while mama works in the kitchen.
The yard is large;
With plants and gardens
it’s easy to feel recharged.
Fresh foods and a bread business too.
Tired I’ll be,
but I bet that’s when I’ll feel the most free.

Dear Unsealers,
Sometimes it’s fun to “make pretend,” right? We all know there’s no such thing as a perfect world, or a perfect person, or a perfect day even. For a moment here I am going to pretend that I can plan out a perfect day and tell you all about how it played out for me.
I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, and the sound of my cat purring softly in my left ear. To my right was an empty space where my husband normally lies, but he was in the kitchen making breakfast which is unusual for a weekday. I threw on some comfy clothes and made the bed, hugged my husband from behind and thanked him for the delicious looking food I then enjoyed while watching the news as we always do. We decided to go take a walk in the nearby trail a few miles from our house, in our comfy clothes, and watch the tail end of the sunrise between the trees over the lake we were circling. No one was there because like I said, it was a weekday. I wasn’t working this day. When we got back to the car we turned on my favorite song, drove around a bit, and stopped by a small local beach to take pictures. I love taking pictures at the beach! Soon it was lunch time and we ordered sushi to go- my favorite. The perfect day was flying by, and I was enjoying every moment of it. We got home and ate our food, I took out my art supplies and painted a picture. Painting always makes me happy. Being home with my husband and cats makes me feel at peace. I LOVE daytime naps, so in a perfect day, I obviously took a little nap. In a perfect day, it wouldn’t have to end, right? So did my perfect day ever end?
I’m here to tell you, every day may not be perfect, but you can find something perfect in every day. From that perfect day forward, I choose to look for the perfect part of every day. Oh, and I promise it wont always start with someone else cooking for me- I do enjoy cooking!

A silent thought that now demanded my attention.
The universe knew exactly how to reveal this to me.
A problem that I fixed had finally released me from its bind.
I was going home.
The road hugged my tires like excited friends reuniting,
Usually a 7 1/2 min walk, stretched to a 13 min run.
13 min , the length of a how to video that I’m sure I’ll be frequenting more.
The garage door
creaked opened &
I was ushered inside.
The love of my life,
I husband to her Bride
her face full of:
fear,
wonder ,
here,
follow me!
She exclaimed.
Every noise on the planet dissipated except our foot steps:
ile, carpet, tile.
The light switch felt like the weight of the world.
I found strength from your love to flip it.
A stranger awaited me in my own bathroom .
I was to confront this foe without any idea that my life had found the meaning i was searching for
A vacuum of time,
my life In the rear view.
Thankful that I saw words,
instead of lines on that clearview.
But I only see one, where is the “not?”
What a terrible malfunction,
how could they have forgot?
Then, the beacon of truth
began to break through the mystery.
Those 8 letters have the chance to
alter history:
PREGNANT
Every emotion that I’ve ever felt became
unified-
all the pain of my adolescence,
all the courage of my youth,
all the fun of my independence,
all the worry of my work,
all the adoration for your mom,
They All joined together
to bring me this unmatchable joy.
The true essence of what it means to feel happiness,
I get to be a dad to a beautiful Baby Boy.

You broke me into pieces you made yourself the victim and told everyone I broke your heart but in reality it was the other way around. You used me to heal yourself for a year you were obsessed with your ex and I let it slide how stupid of me, right I will never think twice to do that again with anyone anymore, you hurt me to make yourself feel bigger and better but in reality you’re just much of a loser. You broke me into pieces you made me cry for days and nights but I still loved you, you lied to me constantly made me overthink about everything for your fun. I thought it was all love but I was blind you manipulated me into thinking you loved me but in reality you loved yourself, you were self obsessed, self harmed you weren’t a good person. You broke me into pieces you made me feel small even though I already had felt that way in life but you made it worse, you never cared about my feelings or thoughts it was always about you I made myself about you and your life but what I should have done was walk away and restore the girl you broke into pieces. I fought for you, supported you even though you didn’t deserve it everyone told me to walk away he will never change but I didn’t believe them I still stayed and thought to myself he will change but I should have listened and walked away. You broke me into pieces it wasn’t love for those past years it was a lesson, a lesson on what a person is really like in the beginning until the end and you sir showed me your true colors and proud to say you aren’t a good person, you used and threw out people like toys you threw me out most of all, you gave me the silent treatment as an act of punishment as if you were the victim and I was the bad person well now I know who was the true victim and it wasn’t me or you it was our relationship throughout the years action, camera, words were all apart of victimize act but me I am survivor from your emotional, verbal abuse. you can change now for the better fake it until you break and you can be with millions of people but I know you will forever feel lonely inside that’s what you are a lonely, miserable person, and you will forever think about what you did wrong and think about the things you couldn’t do right, you broke me into pieces but now I am restoring the girl you broke, the mindset you tarnished for your own game, the fear she has about you coming back and ruining her again, punishing her for your own play she has that fear but not for long because she knows better, she knows her worth bigger and brighter and not you or nor anyone can let her down. You broke me into pieces but you were also a lesson that had to be taught in order for her to restore herself again.

Lips receding to the crease of stilled waters, underneath the bosom of the moon. The tide is forever in quivering forms. Yet there is beauty in the way the figures sit, a calm in the exciting exercise for life’s sake. Time is forever in turning sails and moments constructed for the weathering of space and travel when harsh Squall perceived the deluged. Where are these inexhaustible Dispositions, these sounds to first utter the song of life. I want to hear this Song of Songs and Ballet to the grace of Ouayet caressing hymns. Listen as it wanders into the ears of man and whispers a prayer of Tolerance for the Middangeard yet harshly speak to the soul. Don’t lie in your speech and yet don’t comfort the weak. Be as you are and your voice shall sing in the tune of navigation until the sun reaches the moon. Siyabonga for how I see you full and Siyabonga for how you return from distant stars and a form I can love to learn. I hear the Song of Songs and now I collapse to the weight of its existence, this is the allure of your frequency and the power of your youthful butterfly. May the sail cast shadow of your safe returning to the Enterprise of a slight smile.

I can recall a particularly bright summertime day
A big family party is held in the backyard
Everyone had gathered around from near and far to this event
The happy sensation of fits of laughter heard all around

A big family party is held in the backyard
I’m wearing my graduation cap and gown, and my high school diploma is in my hand
The happy sensation of fits of cheer is heard all around
There is nothing but love that fills my heart

I’m wearing my graduation cap and gown, and my high school diploma is in my hand
My elderly great-aunt came to me with a hug and a proud smile
There is nothing but love that fills my heart
I’m glad to have her here and see me graduate high school

My elderly great-aunt was close to me and had a proud smile
With a side hug, she smiled wide and posed with me
I’m glad to have her here and see me graduate high school
My mother begged us to take a family picture together

With a side hug, watching her smiling wide and posing with me
Other close family and friends wanted to pose with me too
As my mother begged us to take a family picture together
Before this excited, fulfilled party comes to an end

As other close family and friends wanted to pose with me too
Everyone had gathered around from near and far to this event
Before this excited, fulfilled party comes to an end
I can still recall this particularly bright summertime day

What would a perfect day look like to me?
What a great question
I guess it would be to break entirely free,
From this cursed nightmare called ‘people pleasing’.
It would be me waking up and not despising the outcome of each day
Man, that would be euphoric
I can see it now, painted like this
A cool, refreshing breeze flowing through my long brown hair
Whispering inspirational ideas in my ear
I would actually be me, who I was meant to be.
And not being scared to be free
My life to be more than just me
I want to be a part of something bigger,
Like setting others free
Breaking them free from their burdens,
Their shame, Their guilt… Regret.
Helping them overcome trials against them
But in order to do that, I have to break free myself
So I wouldn’t be fooling anyone with my frauded hypocrisy
My perfect day would consist of these things,
Not blinded by favoritism, helping those in need
Breaking shackles off of peoples burdened feet
Setting all of Lifes’ captives free
It starts with me
I will fight to win this perfect day
For it catapults me to be the woman I strive to be
I want to feel victories wind breeze past me
As I run in this journey of self love
The day of perfection, I will be
Bold, I won’t cower to the bullies in life that antagonize me
Courageous, I won’t hesitate to do what’s right
Brave, I will do what is needed for my peace
Loving, I won’t let bitterness ruin my integrity
Happy, I won’t let others steal my joy
Kind, I will not stop treating everyone with respect
Discreet, I will only open up to those I trust
Discerning, I will know who to trust
I will be strong.
So that I won’t let others steam roll over me
Truly let their remarks, roll of my back
I will be completely unbothered by the negative words
Only spewed to hurt me, or to control me
I am not their puppet, not even my own
I will be the woman who is dignified and walks in grace,
But I will be bold and stand my ground unafraid.
I will make choices that benefit me, and those who love me
I will no longer make sacrifices to those who only hate me
Man, what a day
I will wake up, day in and day out
Putting on my game face, and my war paint
Wielding my shield that was meant to protect
Fearlessly charging with unwavering Faith
But, something seems off, what is it?
I can feel it in my bones.
I look down at my hip, and had a realization
I have a sheath, what is that I see?
I dusted off my sword, which waited for me patiently
I finally use it to combat the things trying to hurt me
Which each swipe, I break my own shackles free
So that I can be the me that I was meant to be
To me, that would be the perfect day,
The first day of the rest of my life.
That pining for freedom turning into my reality
That would catapult me into my destiny
Each step with liberty
Pure joy
Loving myself
So I can truly love others
Man, what a day
What a perfect day.