RIP Rich Homie Quan 🕊️
Hearing about Rich Homie hurt a little. Bc it reminds me of the tail end of my turn up, club days lol. Just being in the mix every Wednesday or Friday of some of the most lit clubs/times in ATL. That 2013/2014 era. lol I genuinely had a great time being “lit.”
But I was phasing out of the bad habits. My life revolved around waking up just to get dressed to get high and waste the day away. Prepare for the club later that night (new fit, pre-game,etc)
I was the only one with a car at the time. Picking up my friends and riding out.
But mind you this same scenario I started mid 2012 right after graduating high school. Freshman year in college.
So when 2014 hit I really had enough. Shit wasn’t the same. Nothing was fun or cool anymore. I wasn’t the same. (And were not even going to get into how bad or just how distasteful my personal//intimate relationships were at the time.)
So now that I’m 30, I just want to say I’m thankful for my family, parents, and foundation. That I had a stable home to come back to every night after “indulging”
Like I really had to figure out how to grow up FOR MYSELF & do something different, especially if I wanted something different for myself. I had to rewire and rewrite MY STORY! Took a long look in the mirror. Was staring for years until I could finally see myself. See who I really was. Who I really am.
I’ve done a lot of outside me-outside my body traveling.
But today I have finally found solace peace and clarity from within myself. Love within myself.
I’m always home…accepted, loved, nurtured from my own inner base first! My own safe haven. My own sanctuary where I praise and bless myself! 🧡
& it’s great! It’s beautiful. It’s every thing I’ve always wanted for myself! 💙
