The Simple Things Happen at 12 Midnight

The Simple Things Happen at Midnight

I’ll be real with you, I am such a creature of habit, I don’t love change at all, but lately life has been showing me that the sweetest stuff is tucked right inside the simple things, like the past three weekends in a row when Rico and I have been eating and watching movies until the sun almost comes up, I know that might sound basic but not for us because with work and more work we barely get that kind of time together.

Now don’t get me wrong, we go out, but this feels different, this feels like really going out, no plans, no overthinking, just last minute let’s do something wild energy, because our schedules crash into each other so much that if one of us is off late the other one (usually me) has to be ready to roll with whatever random, silly, childish idea comes flying through our brains.

Desperately Seeking A Well- Lived Life

Here's a little fun post I've been working on for a few weeks.

Life is not that serious. I know that now, but younger me didn’t get the memo. #nopunintended 

I used to think every missed deadline, every bill, every sideways glance from someone meant the world was ending. Looking back, I wish I had learned sooner that most of it didn’t matter the way I thought it did.

At the end of the day, bills still got paid, kids still grew up happy and thriving, life kept moving, but I wasted too much energy worrying instead of living. #realtalk

Back in the day, I would tie myself in knots over little things that kept me unhappy.

Did I say the wrong thing? Did I wear the wrong outfit? Was I being “good enough” at all the roles I thought I had to play? The truth is, nobody was keeping score except me. UGHHHHHHHH (Insert Scream I Wasted Time) 

Now that I’m in my 50s, I carry things and react to things differently. I don’t treat every inconvenience like a crisis. (ok sometimes I still do)

But now, sister girl, if it doesn’t bring me joy, peace, or laughter, it doesn’t get front row seating in my mind or life anymore. And let me tell you that mindset feels like freedom down in my old bones.

Life In My Fifties Is For Fun Not Fear: My Summer Diary

Life In My Fifties Is For Fun, Not Fear: My Summer Diary

Disclaimer: At this point in my life, I’ve lived more years than I probably have ahead of me. Although I pray I have 60 more years to enjoy.  This space is for showing the life I am finally living, with no regrets and no waiting for the perfect time to enjoy my own everyday moments. My life is not a game anymore, and it is not up for debate or people pleasing. I feel a shift happening that I cannot explain since turning 54 last month. Some people may understand it, and some may not, but life is moving fast, and I advise you to start enjoying the moments you usually give away to others. Not to sound preachy, but life is good, and it is not meant to be only working and giving to others every single day.

Just my POV: Do not waste your younger years just existing or going with the flow. Oh, how I wish I could turn back the clock of time. Only to fix or redo some things in my life, I messed up. #justbeinghonest

One day, you will realize that the people who made you give up on your dreams are still living their lives. It is okay to show up for yourself. Honey, please be a little selfish with your time and do the things you want to do. #realtalk

Saturday Girl Talk

Do you remember what Saturdays felt like when you were a kid?

For me, it was waking up to Big Mama in the kitchen cooking bacon, eggs, grits, and hotcakes, pouring warm syrup, and filling the house with the laughter and banging pots and pans.  #YaLet'sBringThatFeelingBack Every Saturday, I’d flip on the TV and watch The Flintstones or The Jetsons, feeling like the day stretched out forever. 

The First Feels Of Fall And Virgo Things!

I don’t know what’s going on in this Texas weather, but I swear I felt a little breeze this morning. Just a tiny hint of fall, like the air is trying to tell me it’s time for sweaters. Does that mean it's timeeeee for sweater weather? #lol

If that’s the case, then I’m already in the mood. Yes, I’m ready for leaves falling, clearing my head, and walking into this fall of 2025 with a little more happiness and joy.

And speaking of happiness and joy: let me say this real quick,  stop letting folks ruin your mood. This is just my POV, take it with a grain of salt. But, quit telling people your plans, just pop out when you’re ready, like a Jack in the Box. You know, that little toy you wind up and sit there waiting for the clown to spring out and scare you half out of your wig. 

Yep, be like that. :) Don’t worry about people calling you, likes, lurkers, or folks copying what you do. They can try, but what God has for you is already yours. Period. So, just keep going. 

50-Something Diary: Spend a Slow Weekend With Me

50-Something Diary: Spend a Slow Weekend With Me

A Weekend Built on Peace.

At 54, I chose peace over plans for my birthday. A cozy Airbnb stay, movies, grilled food, and laughter with my husband made for the perfect slow weekend. This 50-something diary entry is a love letter to doing less and feeling more.

I didn’t want much for my birthday this year, no big surprises, no schedules, no “where we headed next?” conversations. 

I just wanted to rest, the kind that lets your shoulders drop from doing so much from day to day. And this year, my family gave me exactly that. #familylove

They booked me a little Airbnb not too far from home, but far enough for it to feel like an escape. I did not have to rush for no airports, no traffic, no bags to check, just a quiet space where time could slow down and I could, too. 

Rico and I stayed in the entire weekend. For the first time, we didn’t rush or overthink our plans. We just enjoyed driving through the countryside outside of Dallas, Texas. I got a chance to laugh out loud and gossip with my husband, it felt like being new friends again. That in itself felt like a gift that I want to keep reliving over and over again. We get so busy that we often forget to slow down from putting work, life, and others first. And, now that I am getting older, I am re-prioritizing my life.

Celebrated My 54th Birthday at McDonald's

                                              

Why I Celebrated My 54th Birthday At McDonald's

At 54, I celebrated my birthday at McDonald’s, trading big plans for fries, nostalgia, and simple joy. A reflection on childhood memories, aging, and finding happiness in the small things.

When I was a kid, birthdays at McDonald’s were the dream. And every kid on the block wanted their birthdays there. I remember the colorful paper hats, the smell of fries that clung to my puffy dress and my freshly pressed hair, the birthday song sung all my family members sung off key, and the excitement of a Happy Meal toy that felt like finding a hidden treasure. The toy inside that red box was the highlight of the whole meal. And when I had that meal, you couldn't tell me nothing because life was good.

McDonald’s was the place growing up; it was the one hangout spot where the whole family and your friends could hang out and enjoy. I don’t know why, but a Happy Meal from McDonald’s really made me happy.

Honestly, the Happy Meal was more than a cheeseburger, fries, Coke, and a toy. It was in my day a golden ticket. In my opinion, no one today could truly understand why McDonald’s had such a hold on kids back in the late 1980s. If you could get Mickey Dee’s, as we later called it, you were somebody. 

Fast forward a few decades, and here I am at 54, celebrating in the same golden arches I once ran into with pigtails, wide eyed wonder, and a big cheesy smile. 

Only this time, there was no birthday crown placed on my head and no playground to run off to afterward.