Undone. We are all undone to a certain extent. Some hide it better than others, but this isn’t about hiding. Here you will find more personal content in the form of random thoughts, poems, rants and unsolicited life lessons in various forms. 

Dreams & Nightmares

I had a horrible dream where I did everything that I thought I would never do. The dream made me feel weak. I had to remember it was a dream. I also had to feel the dream to use it as a reminder that I will not allow myself to go through that in real life. The lesson is what I decide the lesson is. It’s clear, I’m not as strong as I thought I was in a certain area, but I refuse to allow myself to feel like I felt in that dream. It wasn’t a nightmare, it was a courteous call from my heart and mind. It said this wasn’t real, we don’t want it to be real so take heed and notice the signs. I once hated the dream and now I appreciate the dream for allowing me to see just what I don’t need.


Life is too crazy for you not to know how to make yourself happy. I’ve been going through a really crazy month. It’s brought quite a few situations that I didn’t expect I would have to deal with anytime soon and it was stressful. Me, being me, when I’m going through stuff, no one usually knows except one or two people outside of my family. I’m more of a ‘I’m lost and I’ll find my way out of it then maybe tell you about it’ than a ‘yelling in the middle of the woods for help’ type of person. Anywho, point is, this month has been crazy & you know what has helped me though? Me. I’m not saying this as a ‘I’m independent and ain’t nobody got me but me’ person, because that’s a lie. I have a great support system. But, this month, I’ve found that I was able to navigate this craziness a little better because I understand myself and my needs more. I like to be happy. I know that. I live that. Some people like to be neutral, but I need some sprinkle of smiles and laughs in my life to keep me going. Knowing little things that bring me joy has truly saved me. Also knowing when I’m ready to really feel and when I need to disconnect. It’s me listening to me… listening to my needs and fulfilling them when possible.  It’s about taking off some expectations I have of myself and operating at a level that doesn’t overwhelm me when necessary.  It’s about listening to myself and figuring it out. That’s what has gotten me through and for that, I’m thankful.
So, listen to yourself. The answers will come.

I’m not there yet.

I have some things I want to accomplish. Somethings that scare the crap out of me. The truth of the matter is that I’m not there yet though. I’m not prepared to even step into that destiny yet. I don’t want to step into that destiny right now. I’m not there yet. I know what I want, but I’m not willing to do what it takes to get there… yet. I’m working on it. I’m working on me and prepping myself. I’m not there yet because I still have somethings to figure out. I need to be honest with myself. I need to be transparent. I don’t know if I want what everyone wants. I have to find out what I want for myself and what that means.


I love conclusions, they make me believe I have found a solution. However, I realized on the journey of self-discovery that as long as you’re living, a conclusion sometimes comes with a few ellipses. Once you think you had it all figured out, then bam, you get a tad bit more information and you’re sucked back into the thinking and hypothesis stage of a situation. The shit can really take you for a rollercoaster ride. Well, this blog is no different. I’m learning that I have to be okay with somethings being ellipses, while still not backtracking on conclusive actions. I don’t mind letting my mind wander, but I don’t plan on going back to where I once was. Does that make sense? Understanding that our brain rarely concludes something while our body may be already three steps ahead. Not letting our afterthoughts dictate our actions. Life is crazy and unpredictable so control what you can and flow with the rest…


What I don’t have is all the answers. I’m trying something new. I’m allowing myself to be. Be free to write. Be free to think. Be free and whatever that means to me at this time in my life. ART Undone has been a work in progress. It’s hard to hold others up while I seem to be pulling myself down. What was once therapy seems to be an added pressure. So instead, I’m letting myself be free and write naturally. Without a certain tactic or plan, I just want to write for the reason why I started in the first place, freedom. Freedom and space to figure it out without the constraints of having all the answers. Sometimes, it’s the freedom in thought that allows you to eventually move forward. Explore all options and make the best decision you can with no regret. It’s not always easy, but damn sure always worth it.


You can have balance for a long period of time then get a little shook and forget about the calmness… don’t forget you once were stable. Life is a rollercoaster so the best thing you can do is buckle up and enjoy the ride.

It’s crazy how much little sayings actually make so much sense nowadays…

Anticipation of getting on
Anxiousness of the drop coming up
Enjoying the ride down or terrified
Looking for relief in the more calm parts
Getting flipped upside down without warning
Unable to fully gain composure if you aren’t prepared
Holding on for dear life.
Relieved when you get a break.
Even getting the umphf to get on the ride in the first place.


Everybody talks about how they’re in the game, but the players on the bench still get a ring too. Point is, just because I’m not in the game, doesn’t mean I’m out of the game. I’m not in the locker room, I’m just observing until I’m ready to play. I’m watching what’s being done, knowing I’m not ready yet, but my time is coming. It’ll be unexpected and sudden, but when the time comes, I’ll answer the call.

I’m Vanilla ASF.

As I’m turning off the game because more than likely my team is going to lose to switch to a rom-com that’s a little easier on the heart, I realize I’m vanilla asf. Vanilla. Not as in white of course, but plain. I like to keep things light… not too spicy, not too sweet, just vanilla. Every now and then I like to add in some flavor, but regarding the way I live my life, it’s pretty vanilla. I don’t take many risks.  I don’t play with my heart much when it comes to making hard ass decisions. I stay within the realm of things I know I can accomplish. I’m honestly vanilla asf! What the hell! I always seen myself as someone who is a leader, innovator and game changer, but I’m not. I’m vanilla asf.

Not anymore. No more vanilla, I want some flavor dammit!

This is the year. The year of Yes. The year of Flavor. The year I stop being Vanilla ASF.

I don’t like every picture I take. I don’t look good in every outfit I try on. I also don’t always feel like my prettiest. However, what I do do is wake up every morning and smile in the mirror at my reflection. I find my best angle. I find my best light. I continually and consistently work on living my best life.

This past week I’ve been lost. I started off 2018 very strong. In a lot of ways, I’ve continued to be strong, but this past week as just not been the best. You ever lay in your bed, thinking about all the stuff you want to accomplish, but your body just won’t allow you to do anything? You feel that you can’t give 100%, so instead, you give nothing. You just wallow in your misery? Well, that has been me this past week and it’s the worst feeling ever. I’ve been trying to get the answers to why I’ve been like this, but I kind of feel like that is just another reason to wallow and wait.

I just want to do better, but I feel like I’m holding myself back from doing just that. How do you fix that? How do you make it stop?

I love you.
I love you when you fail.
I love you when you excel.
I love you when you cry.
I love you when you pry.
I love you regardless.
I love you without ends.
I love you from all I have within.

I’m so good at hiding stuff, it scares me. The ability to bury feelings and emotions so deep, I lose it from myself. I hide my feelings from myself. I’m a fucking magician. Disappearing acts are my specialty. Disregarding my truth to hide it from you. Not to spare your feelings, but my own. I’m strong to a fault. It may be my own fault, but who do I tell? No one seems right. No one seems like me. I can tell myself and not worry about the side effects. I can bear my lows and probably yours too. I’m too good at hiding things. I’m lost inside of myself. I want to feel, but don’t know how. I’m so used to be strong that anything else seems weak.

Joy is my drug of choice.
I’ll gladly overdose.

I’m feeling a little inadequate today.
I have a long way to go and I don’t know if I’m ready.
I need to reset, rejuvenate, re-center and restart.
It’s okay to not have it together as long as you realize that you need to get it together.

I’m starting to feel the weight of it all.
I know that I can carry it.
I know that I will make it through.
It’s just getting through this rain that seems a little difficult.

I’m so blessed to be loved.
I’m so loved to be blessed.
To love and be loved.
To love and give love.
Joy fills my heart.
My heart feels joy.

It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to sit in a dark room and let yourself feel every emotion possible.
It’s okay to not be okay.
It’s okay to release everything that is built up and do it again.
It’s okay to cry and then need to cry some more.
You don’t have to have all the answers.
You don’t have to apologize for needing time to figure it out.
You aren’t weak because you feel.
You’re strong because you let it out.

My mind is a wonderland

My mind is a wonderland.
It wonders and wonders to find some gems to share.
Most of my thoughts, you’ll never know.
I’ll drop off some trails of existence here and there,
But most of this wonderland is for my enjoyment only.
I’m in my head a lot, but that makes me happy.
It’s a wonderland of twists and turns.
It’s my wonderland.
It has an amazing playlist as well.
I’m in my wonderland and I’m amazed at myself.
I hope to share this with someone one day, but not today.
Not tomorrow or the next, I’m enjoying my wonderland without the ratings.
Maybe one day I’ll let you come and play.


Music is what keeps me going.
When I’m sad, happy, complacent, it’s music.
It’s always music.
It’s not noise, it’s confirmation, admiration, and consultation.
It’s everything.
Music that makes you feel something you’ve never felt before.
It’s always music. It will always be music.


You need to know that you are undeniable.
You need to know that you are amazing.
You need to know that you are worth it.
Look in the mirror.
Look in the mirror and focus on all the amazing things in front of you.
Hit that pose that accentuates your body in just the right way.
Turn on some music that moves you.
Dance, dance and feel like you are everything and more.
Because you are. You are beautiful. You are undeniable.
You are amazing. You are breathtaking.
You are the epitome of everything that makes you smile.
So look in that mirror. Stay in that mirror and when you leave, remember that mirror.
Because that reflection you see is all you will ever need.

You don’t always have to have an opinion.
In a world full of a’s & b’s, you can just think.
Think without the need for a definite solution.
Having a definite solution pigeon-holes you into a corner.
Usually, that hinders you from looking from other perspectives.
You don’t have to make up your mind.
You can just freely think.
Don’t fall into that pressure, it’s harmful.
You’re free to just be without an ‘a’ or ‘b’.

I’m so happy I found you

I’m so happy I found you.
I’m so happy I unraveled and let you loose.
I’m so happy that I became undone and you came to exist.
You were always important to me, just when I needed to release.
I never realized that if I never left you, there would be no need.
I stopped hiding and suppressing you and let you bleed.
Every word, every sentence released a string that pulled at my mind.
My heart longed to let you out, but it put me too behind.
Not knowing that the power in your words would allow my growth.
The power in your diction didn’t create fiction, but a story unwritten.
A story that needed to be told. A story that released everything I wanted to hold.
It catapulted me into becoming a little less undone.
It made me wish I would’ve never fought a war that was already won.

I found out you wrote poems too

I found out you wrote poems too.
I found out that was how you get through.
You wrote poems on your heart, forever engraved.
You wrote poems on your heart, leaving a permanent stain.
I found out you wrote poems too and I loved you even more.

I love you, but I’m hanging up now.

Love. The idea of love in itself can be overpowering. The idea of giving, giving, giving and hopefully being reciprocated can frighten some and entice others. You tend to feel that you always have to be there. You always have to give your all. You always need to let them know that they are loved. However, I have a question for you. Do you love yourself the same way?


Happiness is not defined by having a perfect life.
Happiness is about being satisfied with what you have,
while still having the courage to reach for more.

Lean Not On Your Own Independence…*Conditions Apply

Don’t mix independence with ignorance.
No one makes it on their own.
Embrace your relationships, including the one with yourself.

It was genuine.
It was real.
However, lies make sleep come easier.


To a certain extent, we are all afraid of being alone.
Even the most confident.
The seat on the plane gets quiet. The room darkens.
The bed feels bigger than usual and silence is deafening.
We all need somebody. A body. Something.
The book eventually ends. The screen eventually dies.
Quiet starts to surround us. The ideas begin to dwindle.
We never want to be alone all the time. Even the quietest.
We are all afraid of sounding desperate, not knowing desperation
Can induce courage. We are just trying to find our persons.
Our person that makes us feel alive. Our person that makes us thrive.
It’s not weak to not want to be alone. It is human. Everybody needs somebody.