I Don’t Want to Chat: Comfortably Single

It’s been awhile since I’ve dated (my choice) or flirted with men (again my choice). I’ve spent my time focusing on me and my home, my “Queen Castle”. So it took me a minute to realize a new Facebook friend was flirting with me. Once I realized that was the case, I did everything possible to let him know I wasn’t interested. He wasn’t listening.

I have said to myself that wanted a relationship eventually. It’s just that I’m not ready to welcome that “eventually” moment. Yet, here he was, asking me questions through Facebook (FB) Messenger. When this gentleman suggested moving from FB Messenger to Google Chat, I knew I needed to shut it down.

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My healthy hosta and wine corks as mulch in my hanging plant.

I have so many wine corks, I might as well put them to good use. I’m thinking about using them on my indoor plants 🪴. 🤔

Signature in Burgundy cursive spelling out T. Lanette.

ReBlog—Locs We Love: 23 Women Share Why They Started Their Loc Journey

Source: Luis Alvarez / Getty The way people buy into society’s beauty standards has always been bizarre to me. There is nothing logical about forming…

Locs We Love: 23 Women Share Why They Started Their Loc Journey

I started my Loc journey before Christmas. This will be the 6th-ish time that I’ve had locs. I actually thought I wouldn’t be able to have them again. So, this journey is my new beginning. Last year my hair was thinning due to bad health. I was diagnosed with atrial fibrillation three years ago. I had an erratic heart rate that would not respond to my first two (or maybe 3) ablations. It took 2 years but my wonderful heart doctors were able to get me back into sinus rhythm. My body finally started to heal.

That’s when my hair started to grow and become thicker. I felt it was the right time to begin my loc journey again. Right now I’m in the “teenage” stage where my locks have a mind of their own. I love it! My hair texture has become softer since my last set of locks. Now my random gray hairs wave proudly in the breeze after they find a way to become uncoiled.


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