Introduction is in order

Part of me feels that it is going to be so difficult. The time, the effort, the thoughts, the obligation. It will be a lot on my plate. On the other hand, I need some type of outlet to get my ideas out. They are traveling through my heart, my soul, my mind, my spirit at lightning speed. I couldn’t reduce the speed if I wanted to.

Well I guess I need to introduce myself….to myself. I really don’t plan on bragging about this blog so this introduction is, more or less, from me to me. Sometimes you never realize how and why you feel until you read it or hear yourself saying it.

I’m Nia. Tall. Semi-freckled. Super focused. Talented. Experimental. Scared. Emotional. Consistent. Evolving. Loving. Kinda funny. Super goofy around the right people. I want to be multi-talented. I want to be good at everything. I’m a makeup artist (Observing and learning everyday). A wardrobe stylist (I need to really learn more of this craft). I’m a market researcher (Plan on taking over my mommy's business one day). An anthropologist (I love dirt). Pop locker. Body rocker. Wig Splitter. Knucker. AND Bucker. My very own deity. A god-mommy. A daughter. Sister. Aunt. Cousin. Sugar Plum. Friend. Wife. Mistress. Girlfriend. Lover. Hater. Love hater. I carry the weight of my family’s success on my shoulders. I know I shouldn’t put so much stress on myself. People tell me all the time that I need to stop caring so much. But it’s hard for me. My family is my salvation. At the moment, tears are forming in my eyes. I think ALL the time. There’s not one moment that I go through this journey of life and I’m not dreaming/thinking/analyzing/criticizing myself and the world around me. Many parts of me (I have 16 personalities) wants to be carefree. I want to be able not to cry when I’m truly thinking about myself. Dreaming about who I am. Analyzing my thoughts. Criticizing my behavior.


I’ve come so far.


I’ve got so far to go.

My purpose:

I consider this blog my filing cabinet. When I’m feeling a certain way, I will write it down. I love words; I wish I would read the dictionary every day. Sometimes I will just write a word, sometimes I will write a poem (even though I don’t think my writing is that good). When I find inspiration, I will place it here. This awesome thing called technology will conveniently stamp a date and time on my entries so I can know when and essentially track my progression through life.

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