Exactly one year ago, I thought…
           I don’t want to give advice anymore. I don’t think I’m good at it. Not because I’m not good at it. I’m good at it. I can tell you exactly what to do. It’s just that I don’t think anyone should give anyone advice. I used to think that there were people who could help other people but in reality, the people who sit and try to give you advice do the least for you. They think their doing the most. And you might give them the words they want to hear, but whatever you were going to do, you’re going to do it.
I hope you’re following.
     I write for myself. I write is because no one is saying the things I want to hear. Everything in this world is garnered towards a particular person in mind. Every TV show, every newspaper, every article of clothing every product down to the very type of toothpaste you use. Information is thrown at us whether we like it or not. The most precise placement for advertisement, though, is a magazine.  You read the magazine you read for a particular reason. And people who aren’t like you don’t read what you read. They don’t take that time. So here… as you read… realize everyone reading thinks like you. They can actually make it through the sentences. Secretly, we’re having a f*cking conversation here.

 Today I think…

 But if someone reaches out to you, do you deny them the assistance? I don’t know everything. But there are some things I do know. I wasn’t always as happy as I am today. I’ve purposely, consciously freed myself of the negativity in my life. having written down my happenings for the past two years has simply shown me how much I’ve grown. I haven’t changed, I’ve just gotten happier. From the outside, it might seem like change, but I’m the same person. The way I think has altered. I don’t have different thoughts  –my opinions are still the same –I just react differently now. I’ve slowed down. I’ve taken care to sit with my thoughts a bit longer than I used to. I even try to edit now. I think I’ve found my pace.

I can see the finish line. I know how to get there, I just don’t know how long it’ll take. I’m not slowing down though. Whenever I walk into rooms or meet new people, they seem to be astounded by my youth. I understand that next year, I’ll know more sh*t than I know now. Still, I know I’ll be the same person. Marjorie Thousand is Marjorie Thousand even if you call her Ella and especially if you call her Maggie. I’m the same f*ckin person man… I’ve just boiled down to the basics. Everything that doesn’t need to be in my life has been removed from it. & even those who have wanted to remove themselves have done so. My shoulders feel so much lighter.

Everyone should feel this way. Not be like me, but be free  like me. Spiritually, you know. Just… free to follow their hearts. People rarely tell you how to just… be. So rarely, it seems like it’s the wrong thing. People want to argue you can’t have what you want and you can just do what you want to do, but why the f*ck not? Someone needs to correct the bullsh*t. Someone needs to show people that we can be happy… especially if we weren’t before. If you’re not happy and/or struggling, that means there is a fight for you. That means there is better. So let’s work towards that. & if I can help… why not? I’m a good person. I’m a “Golden Rule” kinda girl. As long as I make sure to abide by my own advice & never speak on sh*t I don’t know… it should be all good. *shrugs* Afterall, this is #WhereTruthLives