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30-Day Yoga Challenge | Day 8

I did not feel like doing yoga or blogging yesterday, so I didn’t. Instead, I stayed up all night researching dog breeds and places to get puppies in New York City. I haven’t made any calls yet but I’m pretty sure I’m going to become a dog mom before the end of the year to a havanese or a havanese and poodle mix. They seem to have the temperament I’m looking for, a good lifespan, and they’re just so cute! I love their fluffy little faces. Moment of honesty: I am going to checkout adoption as a first option but I’m not above buying a pup. Yes, I know. Bad, Shanté. But… I found two places that look legit and seem to be very invested in their dogs’ health and maintaining high standards for the breeders they work with. Nothing is set in stone so we’ll see. I think I’m going to visit an adoption place over the weekend to learn more about the process.

Oh, I did yoga in the morning (before work!) for the first time today. That’s a goal I’ve been trying to hit since I started the challenge.

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30-Day Yoga Challenge | Day 6

Hmm… Nothing to write, really. It was a good day. Oh! I started watching “The Sex Lives of College Girls” on HBO and me like. It’s pretty good; the girls are funny, authentic, and it seems like the type of show that’s good (and genuine) at diversity. I’m currently on episode four and, so far, Bella is my fave. She’s so annoying and super horny but I like that she gives zero fucks and is always herself. My second fave is Willow. Also, Whitney and that coach are reckless as fuck!

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30-Day Yoga Challenge | Day 4

I almost forgot to post, y’all! I finished today’s challenge an hour or two ago and would’ve been annoyed if I messed up my posting streak. It’s silly but I like receiving that streak notification. Anyways, today I realized that how I start my morning heavily shapes my day. My mind felt so all over the place today that I had to put effort into focusing. Monday to Wednesday, though? Ya girl was locked in and busting through assignments. The difference between those days and today is that I started them off in silence. Instead of turning on a podcast or streaming a show, I just… washed my face, brushed my teeth, and got to work (or commute). It was so relaxing; I want that feeling everyday.

Oh, yoga was great, by the way. Later!

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30-Day Yoga Challenge | Day 1

Today’s practice was different. I drifted off more, let my body take the lead instead of my mind, and felt the poses more deeply. I told myself that I want work on getting out of my head in 2023. You think today’s experience was my body’s way of telling me I was heard? I do. I’ve participated in Adriene’s 30-day yoga challenge for a few years now, but I have a feeling that this one is going to be more of an exploration than a challenge. Anyways, day one: done!

See you tomorrow.

Happy New Year!

“Been gone for a minute. Now I’m back with the jump off. Goons in the” — Okay, you get it. I’m back and with a new look. Ju like it? I do!

My favorite thing about this new layout is that it isn’t as reliant on visuals as my last layout was. I didn’t post as much as I wanted to last year because I felt pressured to create or find a good image to accompany posts. Now, I can just post things on the fly. I really want to challenge myself to share my thoughts more because I really be having shit to say.

Anyways, my word of the year is “Consistency.” Whatever I do this year, I’m going to do it consistently; I’m tired of trying everything but doing nothing.

A picture of Shanté.

Watch Me Bring My Hair Back to Life After Braids

I‘m usually good at keeping my hair moisturized while wearing braids but I couldn’t be bothered this time, so I just knew my hair was going to be dry as fuck when I took them out. And… it was. Here’s a lil photo essay of me bringing it back to life.

You Can Remove the Wrapping from Sausages?

So… I was today year’s old when I realized the wrapping around sausages could be removed. 🤦🏾‍♀️ I’ve been fussing with/eating that shit for years.

Did y’all know this? Also, I hope you are doing well! I’ve just been over here working and trying to figure out how to have a safe hot girl summer (too much shit going on in the world). Anyways, I’ll talk to you later this week — gotta hit the gym.

Dick-looking chicken sausages that I got from Whole Foods.

A Central Park Duck Tried to Square Up

I took a stroll through Central Park the other day and, y’all, when I say the ducks were sick of me… Lol! This duck (ducks can be brown too, right?) was SICK of my shit. I snapped like five pics and it was like, “Okay, girl, you need a closer look?!” And flew right at me. I knew something was up because brownie and their friend kept staring at me.

The duck that knucked and bucked at me in Central Park.

This pic is my favorite: