imageedit_6_6735405230.png

hey there.

I’m T.K., a girl rolling aroundLA by bicycle, navigating the City of Angels… come along for the ride.

Real B*tches F*ck With Me

Real B*tches F*ck With Me

30-Day Writing Challenge, Day 27

That’s wild. I’m really nearing the end. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. After today, of course. And then, I have to go back and do days 12, 18, 22, and 24. And after that, I’ll do a summary page, listing all the writing prompts of this 30-day writing challenge, including a hyperlink to each corresponding blog post. Goodness. Looks like I’m not that near the end after all. That’s what happens when I don’t crack open my planner for weeks; I don’t realize how unproductive I’ve been. But, we’re not going to get on the topic of productivity (or the lack thereof) because we talked about that yesterday.

Related: A Gluttonous, Procrastinating Princess

What are we talking about today?

Writing Prompt: Conversely, write about something that’s kicking a** right now.

These transitions just write themselves, don’t they?

Last night this time, I was sobbing on my keys about my lack of productivity in pursuit of my passions. That’s an area of my life that has quite a bit of room for improvement. When I think about an alternate area of my life, where I’m doing my thug-thizzle, it would have to be relationships. My romantic life is on the up and up, but don’t quote me on this a week from now because Lord knows it’s good for fluctuating. And, I’d have to pay myself on the back in the friends department of relationships as well.

Blatantly honest with myself and others, in a previous blog post of this 30-day writing challenge, I told you how I’m All F*cked Up, especially when it comes to vulnerability. I tend to be closed off, and/or withhold, when it comes to deeper or softer emotions. As of late, it seems I’ve had a bit of a turnaround. I’ve made conscious efforts to think about how I feel and share those feelings when appropriate. Writing has helped considerably… dare I say, tremendously, even! What else could it be? I spill words on paper, and in turn, that habit has spilled over into my everyday life. My body is even more open, more receptive. I still have a tendency to be on edge, but I’m readily able to find calm in my physical.

Being more vulnerable, having a better relationship with me, has allowed me to have a better relationship with others. I’ve long been a good friend to others, but now I’m learning how to let people be a good friend to me. And, respecting myself enough to distance myself from those who are not.

My relationships are good.

Real n***** f*** with me, and I don't give a f*** who don't
- Lil’ Wayne

People really f*ck with me, and I’m learning to care less about those who don’t. I want to give my energy where my energy is being reciprocated. I want to be loved the way I love. And that’s what it seems I’m achieving in my relationships right now. It’s possible I’ve had this, but had to pull out some weeds to better admire my beautiful garden.

We’re watering one another. We’re growing. We’re glowing. And whoever is not, is going.


Thank you for being here. My relationship with you, my riders (my readers), is growing too. That’s very important to me. Please, share this blog with someone today.

Old People Are Funny AF

Old People Are Funny AF

A Gluttonous, Procrastinating Princess

A Gluttonous, Procrastinating Princess

0