The Terrible Twenties

They say that during your 20's is the most vital time in your life. It's the time you take to find yourself, do what you love, travel the world, make friends, build careers and live your life! This is supposed to be the time where we feel the most comfortable not knowing exactly where our lives will end up.

Why is this so frustrating for me though? When I look around, I see that my fellow adults have it together. They know what they want and go after it.

With me being a creative soul, it's difficult to know exactly which direction I want to go. Sometimes I want to write, other times I want to illustrate, most time I want to sing, decorate, design, dance, act, photography and even box!! When I begin to set my mind on one venture, it's not long before I get thoughts of doing something else. For example, I could start out writing a book, but then my mind will shift to the artwork I could draw that needs to be done with it, then I think about what photos I could take, then I consider designing clothes or getting into cosmetology! What is my problem? Why is it so hard to stick with one thing? I have a passion for all of my hobbies and they say turn your hobbies into careers, but which hobby do I choose??

Giving Up

Why do people give up? Because it's the easy thing to do. We don't like to do the hard things because, well, they're hard ha ha.

But if it were easy, is it really worth it? What about after all the hard work, sweat, tears, sleepless nights, dedication and determination, you finally accomplished that goal of yours?

it wasn't easy, but at least you didn't give up

My New Book is Out!!

I know that I've been neglecting my blog lately. Between work, business school, freelancing, and my website, I barely have time to tend to here. So I'm definitely going to work on that, starting today.

I've gathered up the courage to release my very first book of my poems!! From love, to family, to abuse, I open up my world to let people in. I remove my protective cloak and release my deepest truths!

"Poetry is my Therapy" is the 1st chapter from the FreeByrd Series. The FreeByrd Series consists of the 3 most important chapters of my life. FreeByrd is a representation of me finally letting go of the shames, disappointments, and insecurities of my past. This is my way of looking towards the future.

Take a look!!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N1830V4/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1486136133&sr=1-3&keywords=poetry+is+my+therapy

I Looked for Chocolate, I Found Something More

Most mornings when I come into work, I stop by the vending machine to buy a Snicker's Bar. Now, chocolate is the only thing that keeps me awake during the day after I eat my breakfast in the morning and before my break for lunch.

I'm not a morning person. I'm not a fan of coffee.

But, this particular morning, the Vendor Person didn't grace the machine with my lovable Snicker's Bars. I needed to get my chocolate in any way I could to help me survive this day's challenges. So, I decided to satisfy my need with my next favorite, Peanut M&M's.

When I opened the bag, the strangest thing happened. Only the colors, yellow, brown, and orange M&M's filled the bag, along with my eyes, with chocolately tempation. All of a sudden, and I'm not sure why, but I felt like I was then the Lucky Winner of a Worldwide Contest M&M's was having; that whoever found their bag only filled with Halloween colors, (yellow, brown, and orange, and maybe green to differentiate from the already Peanut BUTTER version) would be the Winner.

Maybe a lump sum of money, maybe a lump sum of M&M's, who knows?

Before I proceeded on a never-ending quest for confirmation of a contest that only existed in my thoughts, I asked myself, "Why didn't they come up with this idea for the 'candy' season?" I know before they held a contest for whoever located the ALL BROWN BAG, and they've made it a convenience for M&M lovers to customize the "M" and replace it with their own words, but I'm not familiar with anything recent other than that?

My idea is that they should do something of such sorts for different holidays as well, i.e., Christmas, Valentine's Day, 4th of July. I think that would be pretty cool and just another method they could use to boost their already loving product. However, it should start with Halloween, in my opinion, seeing as how they generally are a Candy Market.

With my recent studies, it's helping me to look at things differently. And with the absence of my everyday chocolate, it helped to substitute for something more.

Sometimes you can come across ideas in the places you wouldn't think to look for them, no matter how accidental.

So what do you think???

If M&M's held a contest for whoever found their "Halloween Bag", would you be apt to buy more quantities in hopes of winning that lump sum of money? Or would you think it another failed attempt in trying to sell a candy most people already love buying?

New Website!!!

I've strived to create a domain for my work. Stories, poetry, reviews, pictures n more, all created by me, to share with others. It's still fairly new, but I know overtime it will develop into something greater!! Please feel free to like, comment, and share any posts!! And don't forget to provide your outlook on numerous topics, in my 'Speak on It' section!!!

Visit, 

www.frankiewritezand.keepsblogging.com, for my latest news & projects!!

Working on my Writing Skills

gripping the rusted key as I guide it to it's home. turning it all the way to the right as far as it will let me, I hear the minimal click indicating the key is safe and sound, only thing left is for me to be the same way. so once the lock clicks, I grab the golden knob below and twist it until gives passage to my haven. I suddenly feel the cool breeze slap my face after dealing with the unbearable heat rays from the outside. quickly I shut the door behind me to prevent any uninvited heat from coming in. then I turn the lock to the right to block any intruders out. and now I am safe. I unfasten my keys from its holder and remove my sunglasses from a sweaty forehead and place them on the hook to my left. next to the window where the sunlight moves in and lands on my couch. the matching couch sits perpendicular on the left, and there is where I reside most times. but before my comfort can be fully achieved, other obligations must be met. I look at my favorite couch and sigh to myself as I ponder how long it will be until we meet again. I must move swiftly. first things first, I march to my bathroom, start the shower, and turn on my fluorescent pink light that I purchased at Wal Mart. the light drapes over my bathroom sink and covers my jewelry boxes, toothpaste, deodorants, perfumes, lotions, and hair products. I get rid of my silver necklace and earrings and gently organize them in my boxes. freeing my ears and neck from the pressures of accessories. then I retrieve the gray clips that sit on the marble counter, and use 6 for assistance in keeping my hair in tact. swoop up my black hair scarf and tie it securely to cover my natural hair strands from the raging water of the shower head. time to remove the layers of clothing, I think my water is ready. 
Scarlett Kiss shower gel, turquoise and mint green loofa, with shower rain: ingredients to wind down for the evening. after about 10 minutes or so of cleansing, it's about time to dry off. a bit of hesitation rushes over me as I anticipate the chilling breeze after a fresh shower. but I cannot stay in here forever, so I must face the temporary shivering as I hurry to erase the water spots with my lavender bath towel and lunge for my canary yellow robe. the warmth from the robe provides immediate heat and my body gives way in it's natural attempt to produce heat. then suddenly, I feel the emptiness in the depth of my gut, and I listen to the mild rumbling coming from within indicating my hunger has surfaced. as I slip into my cream-colored slippers, I march to the kitchen and investigate the options for dinner. first the cabinets, then the freezer, and finally the refrigerator. After extensive deliberation, I've concluded tonight's menu will include: fried catfish, spaghetti, and seasoned green beans. not too complicated or time consuming, but well needed. once dinner is complete, I think I can finally find my spot on my couch. but not before feeding my baby black and white Dutch rabbit. it would be somewhat unfair if my stomach is full and hers is empty. I walk back to my bedroom and turn the golden knob and as I turn to my right, my eyes meet hers. she looks up at me then dances in circles in her cage, hopping and leaping. my voice screeched out of happiness and startled her timid nature. I kneel down and open her white and purple cage and comfort her by stroking from the top of her nose to the back to her ears. repeating this type of affection as always brought peace to my little one. as she is but 6 months now, I still reminisce on having to calm her during the earlier stages of our friendship in this way. now she's privy to all my little games with her. from playing tag, to teaching her tricks, and laying her on my chest. as we both grow, so does our companionship. as I get lost in my time travel of memories, it almost slips my mind she still needs to be fed; until she nipped my finger, bringing it to my attention. 'Ok, Ok little one, here you go' I whisper as I fill her lime green food bowel with wheat pellets and Timothy hay, she stretches her neck through the opening of the cage fighting for her long awaiting bite. I dip some pellets into the palm of my hand and position them near the canal of her amazing nose so she doesn't have to fight any longer. I hear the slight sigh of relief escape her nose as she enjoys her familiar meal. then I place her bowl in the corner of her cage, and refill her water bowl with fresh freezing water, the way she loves it. I leave her to her meal as I return to enjoy mine. this is what I appreciate, my own space my own things my own time. after my food has vanquished from my royal blue dinner plate, I place the dish into the sink in my kitchen. open up the cabinets that sit above me and reach for my favorite wine glass. Red Moscato is the wine of choice for the evening, I believe it'll do the trick. I uncork the bottle using the black corkscrew from my kitchen drawer. I'm use to this by now, so it doesn't take long to separate the cork from it's bottle. as I hear the pop, the aroma intrudes my nostrils. I tip the bottle into my wine glass and allow the liquid heaven only to fill half; after all, I do have to work in the morning. I place the bottle back into the refrigerator and work my way back to my couch. I turn on some music and allow the wine and rhythm to take me away...
...to be continued

Lesson Learned

It's vital to express your feelings. even when you think others won't understand them. if someone does something that bothers you, upsets you, or something you may disagree with, speak up and let them know up front. Otherwise, the more you hold on, the more intense it will be once it finally comes out. 
I've recently had a falling out with another woman, and things exploded when the flame shouldn't have been ignited in the first place. if our issues would have been brought to the surface beforehand, it wouldn't have came to this point. I absolutely take my responsibility on my part, as communication should have been more effective. but as I stated before, it's important to establish what's bothering you ahead of time instead of when you say something out of context. thankfully, we were able to sit down and discuss everything like adults, and come to an understanding. after putting everything out on the table, the air had been cleared.
always be mindful of others, but don't forget yourself either. let go of burdens, bothers, and boulders on your shoulders. once that weight had been lifted, you can breathe much easier.