It’s day seven. I’m not counting, but I am. Only because I’m worried that the mood and atmosphere will change. It’s been fine so far, but for how long? And how long can we stay like this even though the situation is temporary?
What am I talking about? My mom moved in me.
She’s currently in between jobs, actively looking. Been looking for over 6 months now. Didn’t want to continue to throw money at her apartment that she wasn’t too sure she’d be able to keep anyways, so she packed up all her stuff, threw it into storage, gave what she could away and moved in with me. In my 500 square foot studio apartment. It was either that or let her live in her car until… who knows? A decision I could not live with.
I don’t know how long this arrangement will be, but it’s a small sacrifice to help someone I love out.
So, it’s me and a glass of Redwood Creek Pinot Noir. Some cheddar cheese off the block to set the mood. It’s pretty good, better slightly chilled. It’s day seven and mom and me are still chill in tight quarters. I hope we can continue this for however long it’ll be. [Clinks glass] Today it’s not just about me.
I love the idea of having a bunch of people I run to for support — if I got questions, need help, just wanna vent, need an introduction — whatever it may be. But for the time being, my tribe is me and my girl Elle. We’ve been friends since high school, but we’ve been on this hustlin’ journey together since 2012? I don’t know, maybe longer. And there’s nothing like having at least one person in your life, who gets it. Who has the same drive and ambition and passion to make something out of life. She’s in North Carolina doing her fashion thing, I’m here in LA, probably doing too many things. But it doesn’t matter the mileage of time difference between. We always seem to on the same wavelength. It’s crazy. But it’s wonderful. I don’t know what I’d do without someone like her.
So I finished off the Bay Bridge bottle of Merlot I had in fridge, gave her a call and really felt like I had a meeting of the minds with my sister from another mother. One of our weekly check-ins. It matters so much to have that. To have a tribe of my own — of even just one. Grab you a bottle. Find you a friend.
(trying to bring the little plant back to life, having little luck)
Finally finished! Doesn’t it look nice? It’s my vision board. I made it a goal to complete one of these before 2018 got away from and I’m so happy I did. I started one of these years ago and never got around to finishing it. I think the reason I didn’t finish my first one was mostly because I thought I had to find pictures and images that looked exactly what I saw in my head. Impossible, half the time. So, it was no wonder it never got finished. I could never find exactly what I saw in my head in magazines or online. But once I realized that the images placed on a vision board are supposed to be a representation of what I wanted, rather than an identical picture, putting this together become a breeze.
I plan to make three more of these, with more focused themes.
Plus, a number of articles state how powerful a vision board can be for manifesting the things you want from your life. It’s not a “to-do” list, but a very powerful way of connecting our subconscious minds with our conscious efforts and actions. Goals, ambitions, desires, whatever it may be. Many have said it worked for them. And this single and hustlin’ female is more than willing to see if all those claims are true.
Has anyone else created a vision board in which something from it manifested and become real in your life? Please let me know!
(For those of you who notice the bottle of Merlot to the left side of the picture… you’re a person after my own heart. Bay Bridge’s Merlot. Consider this Foodless’ two buck chuck. Literally! $2.79. Got me a few bottles because I could and I wanted them. And it’s bad for a Merlot in the middle of the week in the new year. Just sayin’)
What do single gals enjoy?
When do we want it?
Well, y’know, please.
In no way, shape or form would I ever call myself a wine connoisseur. Enthusiast, maybe. Expert, nah!
But in the middle of week, when chances are my work load has doubled and side gig client deadlines are swiftly approaching, I escape — momentarily — in a glass. And tonight, I’m enjoying something I purchased from the 99 Cent Store on Wilshire and Fairfax a while back . They no longer carry wine or other spirits due to increasing theft, which I thought was ridiculous. I mean, how desperate do you have to be to steal a $2.99 bottle of wine? I’ll never know. Glad I held onto the bottles I did purchase while they were still selling them.
Now, I typically lean towards more wine reds as being my favorite, but I love all God’s wines equally. This White Blend from Uncensored is drinkable. Light bodied, slightly fruity — grapefruit, apricot, apple flavors — does the trick on this Fall’s Eve just nicely.