Ramadan Mubarak or happy Ramadan! This year I am going to try my hardest to adhere to Ramadan for the entire month. I’ve tried before, actually just about every year, and failed after the first few days. I think the longest is a week. This year Ramadan takes place from May 15th to June 13th, 2018.
I am a Muslim. I converted later in life but I’m not as devout as I used to be or even should be. I relate it now to catholism for some Catholics. Like, yes I am a Muslim but don’t ask me when was the last time I went to prayer and I love gummy bears. Okay so let me explain. Muslims don’t eat pork but gummy bears are made with gelatin and that has pork in it.
I need to get back on track so I plan to use this year’s Ramadan as a way to do it. Next year I plan to take a hajj aka pilgrimage to Mecca that Al able bodied Muslims are supposed to do at least once during their lifetime. We’ll see…
Anyway to my fellow Muslim brothers and sisters, I’d like to wish you Ramadan Mubarak and let me know if you are planning to take part in this year’s fast or nah?
Yesterday, well the past 2 days, I was in a funk. I needed to get out of it and quick. I can’t live like that. I was doing too well and feeling too good to revert back.
I had to shake this feeling so I turned to my favorite activity. Listening to music. Music gets me out of the bad place. Specifically Kanye. For some reason I feel a connection to his music and vibe. I understand him and he understands me.
People talk bad about Kanye and call him crazy but to me he’s just misunderstood. When I feel misunderstood I can listen to some Kanye and know that someone else gets it. If there’s nobody else that gets me, Kanye gets me.
Now that I think about it, I could be in a bad place because I missed my last 2 therapy appointments. The first one was on me and my poor scheduling but the last one was on him… I’ll get back right sooner or later. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
I think I just exerted too much energy this week and last week. Went to see Black Panther on last Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Then I went to see my dad (in my head) Spike Lee’s School Daze on Monday. It’s all catching up to me now and I’m crashing. Too much extroverting.
So, we’re almost a month into the new year. Have you stuck to those ‘new year’s resolutions’? Me? Yep. So far so good. Well, I don’t really do resolutions in the traditional new year’s sense. I just set small attainable goals and build off of each win. Like the snowball effect. One small victory gives you the confidence to achieve another small victory and so on and so forth. Eventually you’re dealing with a great big snowball of victories that is careening down the hill of success. Yep. Straight like that.
One of my long term goals was to use social media less and read more. That’s going well. Once I stepped back from snapchat, facebook and IG and use them less often I’m actually learning things about myself. Things that I do and don’t like. Because of me and not because society tells me that I do or don’t like something. I still struggle with trying to keep my social media lurking to professional business only stalking. I have slipped up here and there but I don’t spend nearly as much time as I did this time last month. slow progress is still for sure progress, right?
This blog is taking on a new meaning for me. I started it as a travel blog. Can you believe it? yes, I started this as a travel blog. I wanted it to be a guide for what other introverts like myself can do in different cities and also chronicle what it’s like to travel alone. I still may do that. I don’t know. We’ll see. I will chronicle places I’m going and what I’m doing when I actually do go out. Similar to the Jay-Z 4:44 tour post that I did a while back. Link here –> Jay-Z 4:44 Tour Atlanta Stop
This is now a journal of sorts for me. My therapist says that it’s healthy for me to write down my feelings instead of keeping them bottled up inside. Good call. I tend to internalize everything until one day I boil over like a tea kettle. Tip me over and pour me out. Get it? I’m a little teapot… When I begin to shout… Tip me over and pour… Nevermind.