Why keep a Gratitude Journal at all? (This is the saaaaaame intro for every Gratitude Journal entry. It’s here for the newbies to the journey.)
I try to start everyday with a Grateful heart. *duck face* Potna, I ain’t lying. You can check my IG accounts Queen/King. I get a lil raunchy on the Multiple_Sclerosis_Outlaw but I’m calmer, gentle with allthingsonelove. On both, I start my day sharing Gratitudes, stories of Gratitude and anything related to being Grateful. I’m dead ass serious about my Gratitudes because it keeps me present and accountable for my own energy. I recognize and appreciate the actions, words and energy of others intending me good. By starting my day with Gratitude, I have less MS pain, MS symptoms and MS depression because I’m actively pushing my thoughts towards a positive direction of Gratitude. My relationships with others are stronger because my Grateful ass notices what others do for me, to me, WITH me. *bows* I could go on and on and on and on about the benefits of being purposefully grateful buuuuuut… *whispers* Pssst, you know I wrote about it…
link to How I Know Gratitude Works!
I jumped off with this because I needed it. Saturday was solid. My daughters gave me these awesome gifts for my birthday, flag, hand-drawn picture, hand-made medal, cookies, rose… *sniff* The oldest and youngest, book ends of the quartet children I showcase to the world. (Okay, I thought that sounded poetic so I’m keeping it! *sticks out tongue*) My Queen helped me settle in blogging mode by bringing me plates, drinks, kisses while the squad celebrated Halloween. The sound of kids running through the crib, getting in trouble, group laughter, arsenals of pizza and candy, candy, candy… *stares off* Saturday was solid. I got my bedroom organized to make going between DA bed, office desk and RR a seamless transition. I even have a spot to “back my wheelchair (I named it October) in.” Sunday, I wanted to let November know that I was back on my Gangsta, back on my energy/inner G. Crazy, negative thoughts were abundant Thursday and Friday. Saturday, with the Halloween shin-ding, I did multiple rounds of yoga & guided meditation, knocked off a couple niiiiice posts and now, I’m BETTER. All the gratitude in the world for that. Waking up feeling better, proud of my accomplishments, aligned with passion, purpose and dream.
Dats The Way I Feel by Big Ace of Dangerfield, Texas is NOT suitable for children due to language, cursing. Nothing crazy, sexual, violent, just raw language appropriate for the lyrics and intent.
As a final birthday gift, my bro hooked me up with one of my favorite songs of all time. Back in our college days, he and the crew pursued careers in music. THIS was my jam of everything they produced. Now, as I manage several chronic illnesses, (Multiple Sclerosis, Spondylosis, Ulcerative Colitis), the song actually applies directly to ME. I am that fly. I am that cold. I have serious swag. THAT’S DA WAY I FEEL taking the next step into healing.
3.) Everybody got home SAFE. *bows* I tell y’all all the time. I recognize and appreciate the simple stuff. Grateful, grateful and more grateful for this fact. I lost someone I grew up with to a single car accident recently. My little brother lost his best homie to a single car accident last year. I’m grateful when my people, friends, Fam, Tribe get together for hugs, giggles, grub, kids, movies, games, getting chocolate wasted because it is literally my favorite way of having fun. Just kicking it at the crib, gang parenting on kids, being ourselves. I love that stuff. I love it even more when folks make it home safe. Noooo, not because the house is empty and company is gone. I genuinely thank the stars that folks are safe and will be available for next session of kicking-it-at-da-crib.
2.) Found my favorite shorts! *straight face* I know it’s a little too late but I’ll have them for the move! (Plus, I don’t go outside that much anymore anyway. I can rock shorts in a warm house. *winks* Waaaaaay down in the depths of the nightstand drawer! I don’t know HOW they got there. I’m talking about BENEATH the physical dresser drawers, scrunched between the floor and back panel. MS and cold don’t go together in my world. (Yup, I blogged about that peculiar aspect of being #sickAF. It’s here, MS and Temperatures.) I start shaking, tremors, stuttering, and damn near turn paraplegic. None of that matters if I’m in the toasty crib, shawts on, eating my salads and drinking my water. That’s exactly what I plan on doing ALL season, in my favorite, plaid, cotton, pajama-styled shorts.
1.) Finally, officially ordered all three of the kids computers! *excited than a MUG* Next, we pull them OUT of public school and start the real, deal homeschooling. #ThisIsHappening Pulling them out for real. I been talking about it. I been thinking about it. I’ve ALWAYS wanted to homeschool my kids on the plight of being black as part of their curriculum, not just living through it. I wanted them knowledgeable and aware of the Civil Rights Movement, not just Dr. King and Rosa Parks. Well, now, time to put that thing into action. We’re gonna use Time4Learning. The plan is to get them acclimated to a homeschool program BEFORE we move out the country. My son is getting into coding. My daughter is crunk on her Vlog. My other daughter is hype about looking up stuff, making workout videos and sharing her adventures too. Y’all know I’m blogging on a full-time basis. Our plan is go to minimalist materials, natural lifestyle and travel until we find the right country to call home.
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