Reckless Love – Pt. 1

Ok, sooooo. A little background on this piece. I wrote this about 5 years ago while I was going through a forgiveness process, in which I realized there were some things I needed to forgive myself for. None of the events in this poem actually happened to me, but somewhere along the lines when I…

Morning Madness.

I couldn’t help but to cry from laughing at all the anger in my face in the morning. Do you hear that alarm though? So unpleasant. Rude, actually. Can’t it tell I’m tryna get some sleep, here? Lol. Anyways… this is my typical attitude every morning. I’m not sure what I think about when I…

Tasty Tilapia

In my goal to consume at least three meals a day, I made dinner yesterday. I also went live on Instagram for the first real time (I’ve tried it before and logged off before it really began). Instagram live is something I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to. But I did maintain like 4…

Health is Wealth.

One thing that yoga practice has been teaching me is to have patience when it comes to this whole “self-love” process. And not simply the waiting type of patience, but the type of patience where you actually take time to give yourself time. With that being said, I started noticing how much time I utilized…

Success is a Process

I’m a bit overwhelmed from today, but in a good way so I’ll try not to be too long-winded with this post. Where do I begin? After a stressful week of working with special education kindergartners, the weekend finally arrived. My initial plan was to give myself a chance to rest before I had to…

hookEDonArt.

So growing up, my sister and I would occasionally buy canvases, acrylic paints and enjoy ourselves by having a paint night as we ate fresh fruit and drank water out of wine glasses. I remember these moments so vividly, not because I created amazing art, but mainly because those where some pivotal bonding moments in…

hookED on health.

My fitness journey has been an interesting one, I guess. Athleticism is definitely something that’s always been embedded in me. Growing up, I was an active tomboy who seized every moment as an opportunity to compete. At eight years old, I joined little league softball, where I fell in love with the sport after my…

“Let Go, Let God” & Let’s Grind.

Ok, so if I had to be honest I almost gave up on this blog. I was going through some thangsss, and got down and out for a minute while some relationships in my life needed to find a way to purge themselves. Like I said in my previous post, I am a hopeless romantic.…

hashtag: relationship goals

Okay, so…the following information is a bit difficult to admit:   “Hi, my name is Brooke…and I am a hopeless romantic.”   If you’re lost about the characteristics of a hopeless romantic, The Thought Catalog explains it perfectly.   Can I tell you how extremely shocked I was after reading that article? There were only like three characteristics on a…