Does anyone else feel like Mueller’s Trump-Russia probe is an intense game of Uno and Mueller’s sitting on a hand full of Draw Twos, Draw Fours, Skips, and Reverses? Any day now, I expect Mueller to go “Draw Two, Skip you, Reverse back to me, Draw Four, UNO! Uno out!” and indict the entire White House; plants and phones included.
Do we spend too much time trying to “love ourselves”? I heard this question on the French Kiss Life podcast by Tonya Leigh and have been pondering it since. Does our societal obsession with self love, self acceptance, and constant self-help and affirmations keep us too far into our heads to enjoy life? Perhaps self-regard isn’t as much a goal as it is a byproduct of a life well-lived.
#SkinnyBlackJam alert: Ben L’oncle Soul. Lazy comparison: a French John Legend who does excellent covers of standards like “Feelin’ Good,” “Simply Beautiful,” and “The Way You Look Tonight.” His sound is soulful, jazzy, sexy as hell. Like his music should always be accompanied by whiskey, cigars, and a fireplace.
While I’m on this French kick, I am going to Montreal next month. I haven’t left the country since I went to Jamaica 11 years ago, so renewing my passport* and getting out of Trump’s America for a couple days will be a treat. I plan to eat poutine, tour some museums, take some dope pictures of the sights, and flirt with tall, attractive, French-speaking men. Guess I have to resume those French lessons on Duolingo.
Guess what I’ve done every day for the last seven consecutive days? Get out of bed at 5:15 AM, do 15 minutes on the treadmill and a quick 12 minutes of yoga. With no goal in mind other than to move my body a little every day.
I’ve yet to share this here, but I have a massive crush on Ari Melber, host of MSNBC’s The Beat with Ari Melber. He is a combination of many of my favorite things: handsome, smart, witty, and wildly charismatic. He is also a hip-hop head who peppers his news analysis with rap lyrics, confusing his very serious guests. AND his favorite rapper is Jay-Z. Not in the “I don’t listen to much rap, but I know his stuff is good” way, but an “I listen to and analyze lyrics, there’s none better” way. This week, he appeared on Hot 97 and Desus & Mero, deepening my crush in ways I haven’t felt since I first discovered Charlie Hunnam on Sons of Anarchy.
I saw Black Panther in a nearly empty theater on a Thursday afternoon. I’ve not read any of the hyperbolic “takes,” nor am I in love with Winston Duke (handsome and charming, but we all know I like ’em svelte), but the movie was incredibly fun. [SPOILER ALERT] I didn’t realize how charismatic Michael B. Jordan was until I watched him play a villain (as soon as he said “Hey auntie,” I nearly forgot he shot a woman in the head just a few scenes earlier). My favorite part, hands down, was Okoye telling the man she loved–without flinching–that she’d kill him for Wakanda.
Dwyane Wade went nuts in the fourth quarter and hit that game winner against the 76ers. I may not love him anymore, but I find myself liking basketball again. Hashtag: Go Heat.
“In a sense, that beginner’s mind is what we must come back to every time we sit down and write. There is no security, no assurance that because we wrote something good two months ago, we will do it again. Actually, every time we begin, we wonder how we ever did it before. Each time is a new journey with no maps.” – Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
Note to self: slumps and dry spells are parts of writing life. We break, we live, we think, we pick up the pen and allow ourselves to be beginners again.
And with that, I bid you all adieu. Happy March, mes amies!
[*] I’ve barely touched my passport in the last ten years but as soon as I took it out, I felt an overwhelming urge to shame people who buy Jordans.