Flipskript Ink

I decided to take a break from my freelance journalism....it's just a break. My mind has been shifting gears with other things in my life. Right now, my project is at the forefront of my lyrically stimulating mind. I am currently working on my novel. My current project is a piece of fiction based off of real life. I knew that I was going to go in this project at 125% and I would have to sacrifice something. I wasn't sacrificing my spiritual needs because...JUST NO! I've already accepted that I would have to work until divine intervention takes place but I know that I need an outlet to get this story out of my soul. The decision to not do any journalistic work for the entire duration of 2017 was a decision I was not ready to seek. Mainly because the creativity in my soul won't sit still for more than two minutes. Plus, as I have mentioned in previous posts, it's so frustrating to pitch to so many publications and people want to either jack you for your ideas, not

For the first time in my working career, I am on a two week vacation. Forgive me for making a big deal out of this, but I have never had one of these before. I have had one week vacations, I have used my sick days to substitute my mental health days (back when I had a bully for a boss). I am beginning to learn about self-care. I didn't know this existed. Everyone has been asking me what am I going to do with my time off. Also, my mother was hoping that I would be able to swing her way for a mean minute (she just visited me at my place so I don't feel too bad saying no). While I aspire to do so many things and go to so many places, I'm doing something that I never thought I would...I'm handling ME! I was actually on call over the weekend at my job and I did end up going in. I took it as a learning experience because I never did an overnight shift before. It's easy to do when you're pepped up on Dr. Pepper and coffee. Anyway, I slept for like 16 hours on Mon

As [somewhat] normal human beings, we fight daily battles to preserve our lives as well as our minds. We fight to... maintain spiritual enrichment of the self (and family) express ourselves in a free yet firm form have time away from our quotas, goals, and missions for peace of mind manage the home along with the career  avoid late payments More can be added to this list, but you catch my drift, yes? Ok, moving forward... Mental trauma interjects itself into your plan, beautifully unscheduled. It can range anywhere from mild depression to extreme chaos on the job. Whatever is ensuing personally begins to take an effect on your performance professionally. How so? Let's take a trip back to basics. What is the perceived threat that's affecting how you work? Is it leaking into your office, food intake, and service to your customers or clients (WELCOA Letting Go of Stress). Is this stress tangible or invisible? Is it a temporary feeling of emotional discomfort or an exte

The balance struggle continues. I have been reeling my brain back and forth trying to figure what to type for my next post, as well as formulate my inconsistent lyrical absence. Job change is an understatement, it was more of a career switch. Being the eclectic career nomad I am, I finally made it into the job of my passion. Working in human services helping a specific population (which can be found in certain poems of mine), it was like reconnecting to a prior love. Don't get me wrong, I still have a strong love for writing. However, I also have a hardcore passion for helping those in need. Whether it's paying bridge toll for a stranger or reminding them of their spiritual thirst, I'm a heavy people person. It took a decade for my brothers to figure me out. When my daddy passed away they respectively assisted my mother, merging into a paternal force seeking to make sure I did my homework, studied my Bible, and ate my steamed cabbage. While I appreciated the guidance an

About two weeks ago, I hopped on the train with a friend to NYC to see Musiq Soulchild in concert. I am so glad I did. Not only did I enjoy myself, my writing has gotten deeper. Due to some situations in my personal life, I literally disappeared from the spoken word scene. I have good reasons, about 85% of them I can account for as positive. The other 15%...requires prayer and faith in action. But that night in late October, that was the last thing on my mind. After the burgers, wine, and opening act, the band started jamming and getting the crowd amped. The next thing I knew, Soulchild came out and I started screaming like a hyper teenage girl. Photo courtesy of Miss Rivers He briefly talked about love during his set, not the romantic type. He talked about having love for the self to know what isn't or who isn't good for you. Then he talked about the passion behind his music. When he said that love is love, I couldn't help but think of my homie, Saymo because tha

On his album, MusiqintheMagiq , Musiq Soulchild has this track, Single , that has become more than my theme song. It has become my anthem, my kick boxing jam, my wake up sound, and my ringtone. As much as I have dissected this song and contemplated its awesomeness, it still surprises me that on this vast planet a collection of men think the same way as the message of the song. As a single woman, I can appreciate the beauty of faithfulness in other couples. Ten years ago, I thought I would have been married with two kids, one on the way, and working as a nurse. Then, real life kicked my behind all around the east coast. I grew up kind of sheltered, but my parents and brothers broke down the game of life the best they could for my sister and me. Either way, there are some things that I am still getting used to seeing and dealing with living on my own. Examples? In an act of community service, I helped pick up trash on my street with other organizations. I saw many used needles in the