Here we are 2023, as we start this year its easy to feel the burnout from the holiday season, and look for a new start. This year my personal self care goal is to be more committed to my routines.

Happy Women’s History Month, as we take time to celebrate the women in all our amazing grace, strength, and beauty. The best part of Women’s History Month is we are transitioning from Black History Month, and all the feelings of being empowered. The popular social media sound, “It’s a beautiful day to be a black woman” serves as the vibe for March. 

​It was April 2, 1990, I was 14 years old, dressed in a black outfit with my big hoop earring, key included, dangling from my ear. We got in the car; my brother had been drafted into being our driver for the night. As the car pulled out of the driveway and headed to Joe Louis Arena, the excitement had my heart racing with anticipation, I couldn’t believe this was happening. We stepped out of the car, slipped into the crowd, and began to walk up the infamous stairs that led into the arena. At the last step, my sister grabbed my hand, and we entered a world that I had never experienced. 

​Each year I hear and see the same thing. “New Year, New Me” and the long to do list that comes with the phrase. We call the newly developed list resolutions, and they are meant to serve as our road map for the year.  Well, if you are anything like me, that road map usually leads to a dead end. 

​From my experience, nighttime seems to be when the mask falls off. The strength that would carry me through the day finally leaves. And I found myself sitting with my thoughts. During this time, you may become engrossed in how much you miss them, how much you just want to see them and lay next to them. After breakups, I dreamt about placing my head on their chest and drifting carelessly to sleep.