If you come to my house, it would not be at the city condo in the Hellfire that is Arizona, but my future my dream home: a tiny home plonked on a plot of land somewhere with the same weather as AZ. I’d offer you something to drink (probably water, maybe some strawberry/peach or chaga tea, or, on the rare, a glass of Moscato Rivata because I like my wine as sweet as Martinelli’s Sparkling Apple Cider). I’ll want you to sit down and share the latest deets. This means that if you’re coming to my house for a meal…it probably won’t be an actual meal-meal. More like appetizers. And healthy ones, at that. I honestly hate to cook, so the probability of sharing a full-on meal with me would be nil. Unless it was at a restaurant.
We might talk about design or style or beauty, but probably nothing that’s on trend. Becoming a more sustainable human being has become the new mission in my life, and so, I would let you know that I’m doing everything in my power to make the switch: home/health/beauty/fashion.
We might talk about what you’ve been doing to keep yourself busy. You’ll tell me that you’ve started an online tea company, selling teas from companies you’ve encountered on your travels. It’s doing so well, you’ve decided to quit your full-time job. Cheers to you! So why didn’t you bring any with you, dammit? And then I tell you, that, funny, I’m doing my own #GoddessBoss thing and working myself out of a day job that I’m no longer fond of. What that is, I have no idea. Like U2 says, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.
We might talk about families and relationships. I’m newly divorced (by my request) and you'll find on here that my coping mechanism is in the form of musings addressed to Mr. Ex. During this whole ordeal, I’ve had the support of familial ties, even when the connection is not by blood. I’m close to both of my parents, you see, but would always go to my Mom first for things. Yet coming out on the other side of this, a stronger bond with my Dad was formed. A welcome surprise, to be sure. Solo trips to visit my BFFs in different states was a balm to a stressed soul; a sisterly bond that had gotten temporarily misplaced has now been reforged and has become a source of healing and strength for the both of us.
We might talk about current events or that last of episode of that show, but it might be a lot of blank staring on my part. The antics of President Doofus make me want to become an expat STAT and I don’t watch those Kardashian fools. You tell me you weren’t talking about them, but referring to Game of Thrones and the last Avengers movie. In which case, #TeamJonSnow and #RIPTonyStark. Netflix has been my jam of late, so I tell you that you should REALLY be watching Stranger Things and Altered Carbon and check out those superhero kids/adults at The Umbrella Academy; that I seriously need to catch up on Supernatural and Lucifer; that the Amazon Fire Stick (or a Smart TV) will be my best friend because I really miss watching World of Dance and So You Think You Can Dance.
Other topics that might burst forth, if I’m leading, that is: books on my iPad, books in your iPad—if you have one, or maybe your nightstand (I can honestly say that might be a short-lived convo as my addiction of choice is adult romance), upcoming travel destinations, previous travel destinations, your deepest dreams, my deepest dreams, and perhaps a lively debate on coffee.
Topics that we probably won’t cover? Children and the wonders of being a Mom (because I have none and am not one), religion, and politics.
This is the “home”, the life journal, of a middle-aged, African-American woman.
The struggle is real.
But still, like the wonderful words of Miz Maya, I’ll rise.
Welcome to Life of Afrodite. It’s nice to meet you.
We might talk about design or style or beauty, but probably nothing that’s on trend. Becoming a more sustainable human being has become the new mission in my life, and so, I would let you know that I’m doing everything in my power to make the switch: home/health/beauty/fashion.
We might talk about what you’ve been doing to keep yourself busy. You’ll tell me that you’ve started an online tea company, selling teas from companies you’ve encountered on your travels. It’s doing so well, you’ve decided to quit your full-time job. Cheers to you! So why didn’t you bring any with you, dammit? And then I tell you, that, funny, I’m doing my own #GoddessBoss thing and working myself out of a day job that I’m no longer fond of. What that is, I have no idea. Like U2 says, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.
We might talk about families and relationships. I’m newly divorced (by my request) and you'll find on here that my coping mechanism is in the form of musings addressed to Mr. Ex. During this whole ordeal, I’ve had the support of familial ties, even when the connection is not by blood. I’m close to both of my parents, you see, but would always go to my Mom first for things. Yet coming out on the other side of this, a stronger bond with my Dad was formed. A welcome surprise, to be sure. Solo trips to visit my BFFs in different states was a balm to a stressed soul; a sisterly bond that had gotten temporarily misplaced has now been reforged and has become a source of healing and strength for the both of us.
We might talk about current events or that last of episode of that show, but it might be a lot of blank staring on my part. The antics of President Doofus make me want to become an expat STAT and I don’t watch those Kardashian fools. You tell me you weren’t talking about them, but referring to Game of Thrones and the last Avengers movie. In which case, #TeamJonSnow and #RIPTonyStark. Netflix has been my jam of late, so I tell you that you should REALLY be watching Stranger Things and Altered Carbon and check out those superhero kids/adults at The Umbrella Academy; that I seriously need to catch up on Supernatural and Lucifer; that the Amazon Fire Stick (or a Smart TV) will be my best friend because I really miss watching World of Dance and So You Think You Can Dance.
Other topics that might burst forth, if I’m leading, that is: books on my iPad, books in your iPad—if you have one, or maybe your nightstand (I can honestly say that might be a short-lived convo as my addiction of choice is adult romance), upcoming travel destinations, previous travel destinations, your deepest dreams, my deepest dreams, and perhaps a lively debate on coffee.
Topics that we probably won’t cover? Children and the wonders of being a Mom (because I have none and am not one), religion, and politics.
This is the “home”, the life journal, of a middle-aged, African-American woman.
The struggle is real.
But still, like the wonderful words of Miz Maya, I’ll rise.
Welcome to Life of Afrodite. It’s nice to meet you.