False Start
I used to watch a lot of football back in the day and one of the calls I can still hear a ref make is “false start.” I drafted a few March posts but they were all false starts/unsuccessful attempts. Or maybe my March posts weren’t supposed to have an ending. Let’s go with that. Here’s a compilation of March drafts.
[Early March}
I consider myself to be a hangover mitigation specialist. It is a multi-faceted job that requires common sense, research skills, and curiosity. This role is the perfect blend of pharmacology, logic, and ancestor supplied wisdom. Maybe I shouldn’t be dragging my ancestors into this. I woke up with a hangover after making the rookie mistake of not eating enough before going out. I tried to make up for it with fries at the beginning of the night and a breakfast sandwich at the end of the night, which helped a lot but didn’t fully prevent the next morning’s hangover. I took Advil and hydrated before going to bed but still woke up suffering. When that happens, I go to the ultimate hangover helper – an edible. I got up, hydrated, nibbled a piece of a gummy and have been floating since. It’s not all pleasant – sometimes I feel a hangover wave come over me, but it doesn’t last long.
I knew the gummy kicked in after I spent a good amount of time whispering my name to myself in all the ways that it is said, to assess which one felt the most right to me.
[Mid-March]
It’s a warm day today and Black people are out. I love to see it. My favorite type of people watching is in Black pockets of cities where we can just be. Fros out, braids swangin, presses pressed, and so much more. Skin shining, lips poppin, music on music on music. Greetings and laughs and laughs. It’s a beautiful thing to see us just be.
This post is dedicated to Black women because I love us and it’s beautiful and hard to be us. I wish us all a healthy, blessed love. I wish us all healing and protection. I wish us all community.
[Late March]
Baby I’m high. I know when it hits me because my breathing changes. My breaths are deeper and slower. Yoga breaths minus the white man sounds. This smooth high got me singing like Bruno Mars in Wake Up in the Sky. You know the beginning of the song where he goes into harmony? Chef’s kiss. That’s the vibe for tonight. Gucci Mane impacted my life with Lemonade, by the way. That song changed something in me. That beat was too fire.
I’ll wrap this up with a good song list:
