Define Happiness

I am usually not one to comment when I don't know the whole story.  I do feel that it is my right as a friend of the black community to speak up on a topic that has been ignored for far too long. It disgusts me even to feel the urge to blog about an issue that should not exist in the first place. In general, it is hard for me to form words every time I see an act of brutality taken against another human. I am an empath so I take these topics and acts of news very seriously. Definition: An  empath  is someone who is highly aware of the emotions of those around them, to the point of feeling those emotions themselves.  Empaths  see the world differently than other people; they're keenly aware of others, their pain points, and what they need emotionally. Even if you have not been watching the news lately, you should still know that the black community has been facing many forms of crisis. This is not new and nor' an issue that should be ignored. I have found many of my br

Some people think that art is something that you are born with or have to be talented in. Little did I know 7 years ago I would still be creating new things with my life, or even writing this post. During my second semester of my sophomore year I took my first art class at CFHS. Fortunately, I had some experience with drawing, but not so much of my own style yet. During my earlier years of schooling, I had amazing art teachers so I was hesitant to walk in to a class which housed a completely new set of rules for me (again). I remember looking around the room and seeing each and every chair painted. The chairs were designed with a theme and I was fascinated by each unique story. It was always a goal for me to paint something that is instantly recognizable and brings life to a room. My senior year, I had an urge to have something displayed in the art room. A project that could be admired by future students of CFHS.  I wanted to paint one of the chairs. One day in my independent s

    My brain has a strange addiction to planning. It isn't common for me to find other people my age that will plan out in advance, but that doesn't mean that I never have that feeling of shock or untidiness in my life. In fact, I'm feeling that as I'm writing this post. I always say, if I don't care, I wouldn't be saying it. Unfortunately, life doesn't come in a box tied up neatly with a ribbon. I look at life as a meal with no recipe. You don't have the steps printed out for you. The recipe is blank, and we have to create the meal for our own success; and that might mean backing up and starting over.    Since the Spring of 2019, I had my life organized with how I wanted to start the new phase of my life. I followed every step meticulously, as to not ruin my plan for success.  Unfortunately, that plan has fallen off the rails, and there is no repairing it. I realized after the shock value had worn off that this is a point of redirecting my path. I&#

Where do I even begin? As I have reflected on countless moments that this decade has brought me, I am so much more focused on what is to come in the next year. I was spending time with family for the holidays this past weekend and found myself being ready to close one big chapter in my life. I have discovered that life is like one big book. A new chapter means  more goals. Preparing for a year that I never thought would come is a surreal feeling. Digging up old photos and tapes bring a bittersweet sensation to my heart. Recently, I found a letter that my junior high self wrote for my 2020 self. Reading that note I prepared for myself four years ago helped me realize not only how much your goals can change in a short amount of time, but what is most important to be able to achieve those goals. Its interesting to look back and realize just months ago I thought that I wouldn't graduate or even get accepted into college. I did what was possible to push myself. In addition, I never

I have always had a close relationship with the feeling of guilt. Guilt makes you feel like you have done something wrong after you have the gut wrenching butterflies. We can drag ourselves into guilt from being insecure about our own decisions, and not being confident in the decision that we make for ourselves. Pulling our own guilt trip barricades our happiness into a corner. Unfortunately, we can't break that wall if we don't allowing ourselves to do what is in the best interest for us. How do we not let a storm of guilt ruin our perfectly sunny day? We seem to always take a backseat in the act of confrontation. We need to be more of a leader than a follower in our own lives. Besides, sometimes its okay to give yourself the upper hand and be assertive. Recently, I was in a job that always made me feel like I wasn't good enough to do a simple task. For example, I would be counting coins out of the cash register and got penalized because I wasn't fast enough with

 Happy Fall, ya'll. This is my time of year. Don't get it twisted, I'm not the classic girl that carries around pumpkin spice lattes and brags about how I got my hands on the latest iPhone. This time of year, I just love the feeling of the cool Midwest breeze against my arms and the my classic beanie, flannel fashion, also Halloween is pretty cool too (gotta love some thriller movies). If you have been following my blogging journey the last few months, you know that I am very outspoken about my individual personality. I am not a typical high school senior that wants to go to college to become an teacher of some sort. I want to educate people in a different way. Societal Beauty by Bailey Seegers 2019  I have been a person with a creative taste for dark artwork because I feel like it reflects the side of me that people never see or want. I want to give off that is what makes me most comfortable, and not everyone is okay with that. I have had people tell me that my artwor