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I've always been encouraged by my mother and other water signs that it is crucial to not only aspire to embody the characteristics of water (formless *Bruce Lee voice*) but to indulge in it whenever I have the chance. Lately, I've been trying my best to do that such in ways that may be seen as rituals or me, simply enjoying bodies of water. Lol

Last summer I didn't even get to wear my swimsuit because of how hectic everyday life quickly became. I found myself belittling myself whenever knew I had to chill and relax. I often call relaxation “laziness” which limited both my body and mental from much-needed recuperation. I became a workaholic in the worst light and allowed my lifestyle to consume me. I’ve noticed the difference in my character as well. I wasn’t even doing weekly bath rituals or dancing in the rain. Everything was out of wack and I felt a lil bit closer to the passive hell we call depression.

As of recent I threw on a swimsuit and went to a cute lil beach here in Michigan. The sand was hot and satisfying...as well as my company and the juice we didn't care to keep cool.  I've found myself missing the simplicities of just being amongst a large body of water. It felt so good and so very refreshing. I’m am now rekindling the flame with water (whatever that means) and is taking the initiative to be more like it with everyday interactions.

I need more of it, like a drug. Gimme all the waters, all the natural resources.

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Let’s talk about a wrong turn that oddly turned into a good night

Literally a wrong turn.

Okay, so I’ll start off by saying this. Every unfortunate event that has happened to me, this year, has turned out to be a blessing in the end. So I guess you can say after a mild panic attack that last for 2 minutes and some change, I’m good. Like deep inhale, exhale…gimme some solutions to work with. Because being stressed will only worsen the situation as well as age my already young ass face.

Yesterday night I was on my way to drop my friend off on the westside of Detroit. I was at my parents house, who’s east, so I figured I would take the Davison freeway and get off at Wyoming. blah blah blah. Something is playing on the radio so we’re talking and laughing and I seen the Davison sign so I’m like, “right on, we’re out this bitch”…in my head. Just to vaguely paint a picture here…Davison starts off as a street and turns into a freeway shortly after if you continue west. There’s also a train that runs through Davison ever so often. Oddly there’s a a huge opening to the tracks RIGHT before the street itself…

You may know where I’m going at this point…

So I turn and in a quick blur my car is STUCK. Not on the tracks but in the middle of a ramp. My left tire was in the air while the right tire was stuck behind cracked concrete. Of course the first thought is “oh shit” so my friend jumps out of the car and tries to push it from the hood. nothing. He tried to push it from behind, nothing. My dumb ass jumps out to help and then gravity did its thing and slammed my door shut. It gets better, not only are my keys stuck in the car but so is both of our phones. At this point we’re panicking and laughing nervously. 

After a short freak out we breathed, joked about it and was able to flag down someone driving by who allowed us to use her phone. It was 11:09pm when I called my brother to bring my spare car key. Luckily we we’re 5 minutes away from my parents house. As we waited many people stopped by to help, some stopped by just to be like, “damn” and then one particular man pulled over in a big ass truck. He asked us what happened, we told him and he told us that he had a chain to pull the car out from home. FUCKING SWEET. THANK YOU OMG. he also told us that a train is supposed to be on it’s way in less than an hour…

…………..

okay.

I definitely took a poot because at this point I’m accepting the fact that my car may get smashed into oblivion and I’ll be paying for a car that I can’t drive forever (not really but shit, I like my money to stay in my pockets). My brother shows up with my keys but before he pulled up he almost literally did the same EXACT thing. So I didn’t feel like that much of a dumb ass because it’s common (There was a bumper and a tire near by). At this point we’re trying to use ANYTHING as  a ramp for my shit to grab onto. But there was no traction, so no deal. An ambulance pulls up and asks us if we’re hurt, injured etc etc. We we’re straight so there wasn’t much for them to do but they DID contact someone to stall the train. Talk about blessings. At this point it’s about 11:30 something, and one person pulled up making jokes. Jokes. Jokes. And I’m OVER IT OKAY. But he tried to help by calling around friends with trucks. 10 minutes goes by and the man with the big ass truck pulls up and told us that he couldn’t find his chain. Sad face right? well, he brought a jack and then a guy in a white jeep pulled behind him like, “Y’ALL NEED SOME HELP TO PULL THIS MOTHER FUCKER OUT?????”…I got in my car, started that bitch and cut my wheel to left. We’re racing against time and with some help from a bunch of beautiful strangers (angels) we was able to get my shit out of that devilish ditch. 

My brother offered to pay but he refused and told us that he just wanted us to be safe. NOTE IT’S MIDNIGHT AT THIS POINT. Everyone that rode by us was so kind and supportive. Some people even doubled back to make sure we didn't get robbed or worse. Community man. I don’t give a shit how bad you THINK my city is. I don’t give a fuck if you’d rather avoid MY zip code because of what you hear but I love it and I’ve NEVER had an issue with anyone being malicious. I mean, one guy tried to touch my butt at the bus stop a few years ago but you get my point, I’m sure.

I love Detroit man.

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