Babes, I’m Somewhere Eating a Salad in My Peace

Babes, I’m somewhere eating a salad in my peace.

A kale and sweet potato situation, two slices of seedy bread tucked to the side like a secret. It's giving nourishment. It's giving grounding. It's giving: "I got me."

My Ritual Is My Resistance

The desk? Sacred.Not just for work—but for worship. It’s the altar where productivity meets peace. Ashwagandha gummies. Eucalyptus oil. Vitamins lined up like prayers. Green juice in a mason jar. And my Marie Aristocats tumbler—soft pink, elegant, and bold. Just like me.

Scripture speaks to me from the corner:John 16:24 – “Ask and you shall receive, that your joy may be full.”And these days, I’m asking with no shame. For time. For rest. For joy. For boundaries. For softness. For peace. Because in the chaos of motherhood, academia, and entrepreneurship, asking is radical. Asking is survival.

Lime Green Nails & Spiritual Armor

Let’s talk nails.Lime green on my fingers and toes—because baby, we do nothing halfway over here. Green is more than a color. It’s intention. It’s new life. It’s Springing forward into a season of abundance. It’s “don’t play with me.” It’s also playfulness. It’s inner child joy. It’s ritual. These nails are my altar, too.

In a world that drains Black women daily, I wear my vibrance like armor.I don’t dim. I don’t apologize. I let the glow speak. And if it is anything I am going to pamper my nails and toes.

Jupiter in Virgo, 6th House: The Divine Discipline

Astrologically speaking?My Jupiter in Virgo in the 6th House is the reason this all feels sacred. Jupiter is the planet of expansion, of blessings. Virgo is meticulous, earthy, detailed. And the 6th house rules our everyday rituals, our health, and our service.

So what does that mean for me?

It means I grow through structure. I expand through service.The more I organize my life around love, healing, and intention, the more abundance I receive. When I write to-do lists, I’m writing spells. When I prep smoothies and take my supplements, I’m choosing to live longer for my daughter. I am divinely called to take care—and that includes myself first.

I’m not just disciplined. I’m devoted.And devotion is my secret sauce. You can't be me babes.

A Mixtape Life: Queens. Spelman. Hunter. Columbia.

Born and bred in South Jamaica, Queens.Refined at Spelman College in Atlanta.Head start with a Masters from hunter College School of Education. Beautified and evolved through Christine Valmy International School of Esthetics. Polished and pressed in the fires of Teachers College, Columbia University. Still here.

My life is a mixtape—grit, gospel, glam, and Google Docs.LMAO!

Mornings start with prayer and rolling my eyes because my daughter does not want to get out that bed and also because she gets that from me lol, green juice, Grandma Babe’s spirit, and my daughter’s resistance coming down as we both go out into our worlds. That girl is my why. My how. My always.

I Chose Peace. Again and Again.

Wicked energy tried it.Jealousy sent a postcard.Chaos begged for a seat.

But I chose peace.I chose breath.I chose softness with structure. I am walking with GirlTREK. I planned my week like a sacred act. I hydrated, exfoliated, and educated. I didn’t match petty. I matched purpose.

This season taught me:If it’s not rooted, let it fall.I stay soft. I stay clear. I stay well—because my community deserves that. Because my daughter deserves that. Because I deserve that.

The Par.

So I take the supplements.I sip the smoothies.I love loudly.I study deeply.I create with soul.I rise like someone whose ancestors never left her side.

Because honestly?

“I’m the blueprint, baby. The trailblazer. The soft life-seeking, Spirit-led slayer of systems. And that’s the par.”

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