Sorry I’m FOUR DAYS late, but better late than never, right? 2019, was filled head to toe with good things, bad things, mediocre things, but it was the year where I decided to give my crazy writing a chance to prove itself. Although I wish I would have had more comments, I want to say thank you to all of those people who gave me a chance and read what I couldn’t say. I want to say thank you to my mom who made this possible and introduced me to books, to my grandpa for always putting me up to bat when I needed it and for always being my favorite person, to my stepdad for always being real with me, to my grandmas for always making me laugh and making me feel better, to my dad whom I always feel the need to make happy, to my stepmom for saying the things I didn’t want to but needed to hear, to my sisters for always making me laugh, and also one more for my younger sister who I made a book for that started all of this. Lastly, I want to thank all of my family and friends for always being there, so, Happy New Year and may it be filled with blessings for you and your family.

“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” By: John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Happy Thanksgiving! Sorry, it’s late, but I was busy with all the festivities that accompany Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is a time for family, for happiness, thankfulness, it’s a time where people’s eyes usually open up. I wonder though if it’s only because of Thanksgiving. Lots of people don’t care what happens to him or her, but they don’t realize that a child or person or baby with an infectious disease like cancer, they aren’t just thankful on Thanksgiving. They thank god that they are alive every day that they are because they don’t know if today is their last day, their last hour, last minute, last second. They don’t know, so they live their lives like is if there really is no tomorrow. We are usually wrapped up in ourselves and our own problems. It’s human nature, but what if that was changed? What if we did care all 365 days of the year? I don’t think it’s possible because you can’t care all the time, sometimes it’s okay to not care. I am my own person and I’m always grateful, but I can’t always care. Happy Thanksgiving!

Ever just feel out of place? Like all your friends are there but suddenly you’re the third wheel, suddenly you feel like the tag-along. This new world is sour to you, new to you. Change is good, but suddenly there’s arguments, there’s fights about whether or not she belongs, or he belongs, they’ve even questioned you, but that’s not what makes your feelings change, not one bit, it’s not even when they scream in your face. It’s when you realize you don’t have those easy laughs, those goofy smiles, that’s when you realize, that’s it, I don’t need these people, I am lost. You want to walk around, get up, stretch your legs, but you’re really just leaving, you need to get away. You get called dramatic, retort back an even better answer. You get called a bad friend, tell them to look in the mirror. It’s only so long that you can be nice, that you can sit back and watch, at some point you’re going to break it out a little, even if you scream. Your friends will bring you to the side ask you what’s up and make you laugh, or they’ll ignore you, walk away, and talk behind your back. Those are usually the ones who’ll try to give you a lecture. You may be quiet or you may tell them that you don’t need one and to just forget about it. All these things course through your head leaving behind little notes, but you already know, you know they might be gone, so you just walk away, not scared, but too tired, tired of having to be the one who gets screamed at, tired of it all.

Controversy is good at times, the problems it causes, not so much. -theidiosyncratic. These problems usually lead to a dramatic series of events. Drama is annoying, it can tear apart friendships, families, and relationships. Drama doesn’t really help a person. I have drama, it tore up my family, my dad gets in fights with my mom, it tore up my friends, my friends all hate each other. I know I’m not the first or last person who will have drama ruin something. My problems aren’t important, they’re just there needing someone to read them, listen to them, understand them, the same way you have your own problems. I can’t write something and expect people who read my blog to like it. That’s up to you. I would like to read or listen to some of your problems, the way to comment is to click on the name of what you’re reading and scroll down. I really do hope someone tells me their side of the story, it would be nice to hear, or read.

The man who went from down to up, several times. The man whose shoes you probably wear everyday, along with his clothing and accessories. Phil Knight, the co-founder of Nike, major innovator, and traveler. Phil Knight was a major success, but his daughter is a ghost. He actually pretends he doesn’t have one, but people have searched up his name and Christina Knight automatically appears under it. I have clicked on her name about 1,000 times over the past 3 months and nothing. What is he hiding about his daughter? Is he ashamed? Did she ask for privacy? What is going on? I know he has heard these questions, so why hasn’t he answered them? Even in his book Shoe Dog….the name Christina doesn’t even show up. Also, he says he has 11 grandchildren, I counted, but Travis and Matthew are only father’s of 6 of them. Makes you wonder, what about the other 5? Phil Knight might be all he is, but he might be something no one thought he was. People, especially famous people hide their true colors. It’s a proven fact, The Kardashians are proof.