When Life Needs A Reset, Reset.
2019 is that you, playa? Coming across the Himalayas?! Brand new year, same ol’ me – fresh ass BrooklynButtah. Circa week 2, I felt disgusted with myself. I had no motivation and, in fact, wrote parts of this very piece from my bed while feeling said feelings.
It’s a forward-thinking type of thing.
I Don't Do Scary
All I really want for Christmas this year is a “That Was Easy” and “No” Staples button for my classroom. I’m sure you can vibe out why.
Let That Fun Rock The Start
I’m one of those 90s babies that thoroughly loved Goosebumps and Are You Afraid of the Dark. In the same sentence, I can also proclaim that you cannot pay me any form of money to sit in a movie theater and indulge in anyone’s horror movie.
I Will Commit to Stop Being Non-Committal
It’s hard to think about having fun when you’re starting from scratch. You start to think about all the things you want to do, need to do, and boom you’re trembling at the mere fact of the work.
And work can’t be fun, right?
One Word, Four Letters: Hope.
I bought a book filled with daily prompts. 364 to be exact. The book is thick and the prompts are also dope, from strange to emotional - the range is every writer’s wet dream.
But any writer can tell you that their greatest love is also their greatest nightmare. Every writer I know I struggles with actually writing.
First Dates are Lame Fresh Starts
“Hope is not blind optimism. It's not ignoring the enormity of the task ahead or the roadblocks that stand in our path. It's not sitting on the sidelines or shirking from a fight. Hope is that thing inside us that insists, despite all evidence to the contrary, that something better awaits us if we have the courage to reach for it, and to work for it, and to fight for it. Hope is the belief that destiny will not be written for us, but by us, by the men and women who are not content to settle for the world as it is, who have the courage to remake the world as it should be.” – Barack Obama (my forever president)
Fresh starts are like first dates. I hate first dates. I have been as single as a crisp dollar bill fresh out the ATM for a year or so now and simultaneously have been battling the “let’s start over” soundtrack with BrooklynButtah.com.