I’m sitting on the balcony of our San Juan Airbnb. It is 4 o'clock in the morning and I’m procrastinating. But I feel good about it because it’s void of guilt. I’m actually acknowledging without the toxic guilt trip, such an unnecessary and nasty feeling. I know it so well, I live guilt, breathe it, speak it, and use it.
But here I am happily trailing off from completing an assignment due at midnight. In hindsight, I’ve written more towards this assignment in the past 3 hours, then I have back home. My thoughts, ideas, and focus are all working together, formulating the words I need to complete my work.
The music in my beats headphones is from my Chill playlist. It feels incredible to just be and be productive. Man, how difficult it is to create that space in New York.
I love New York but Thank You San Juan.
Thank you for giving me black girl magic, skin glowin’, man resting, self-loving; vacation poppin’, singing like no one’s listening, Tumblr scrolling, balcony series.