I have not forgotten you. Last time we spoke I was in an in-between sort of place, out of a job, not sure about the future but doing my best to be optimistic. Since then, I got a job and things have been very busy. In between the busyness of my days, my mind wanders to writing. My fingers itch. Sometimes I get the chance to scribble a few words down. Other times, I can barely keep up with my to-do lists.
These past few weeks have been a whirlwind. One day I went to work, only to find out that my department was closing down. On the same day my husband had an incident at work that resulted in him being home for a week. And what a blissful week it was!
I feel a tug-and-war kind of love for Montego Bay, the city I call home. Sometimes I think it is too little to hold me and my dreams. I feel boxed in, crushed by the scent of the sea. The weight of waiting — for a change, a breakthrough — hangs like a shroud over my shoulders.
Last week’s poetry event dubbed “A Literary Lunch” was literally a meeting with the stars: wordsmiths, social commentators, creative vessels. All who came had one thing in common — a love for the spoken word. It was a perfect day made even more special due to friends like the Vances who came along.
Guess who’ll be participating in another literary event! Next month — in a few days actually — I’ll be reading a few of my poems at “A Literary Lunch”. This event is presented by Susumba’s Book Bag in association with the Kingston Book Festival. So mark it on your calendar and come on out to support the spoken word (and me of course)!
What does it mean to be brave?
It’s when you do hard things — impossible things — no one else dares to do. It’s believing in yourself enough to dream big, enough to lead.
So after a long week I’ve finally gotten around to keeping my promise. So here’s a recap of the JCDC Short story reading event and a bit about my new business.
The day started off with some abdominal pain, the type that most women dread. Thankfully, I had DoTerra essential oils to ward off the pain and nausea. I shuffled out of bed minutes after 8am and slowly began getting ready while telling myself that nothing — not even debilitating cramps — would ruin my special day. So off I went, arriving at the St. James Parish Library one hour before the event would begin.