be a little TOO kind

A couple of weeks ago my Lover went out of town. This happens quite often and USUALLY isn't a big deal at our house but this time was different. This time was different because he just got a sweet new sexy truck and him leaving town meant THE TRUCK WAS MINE for a few days. 🙌🏾 I am NOT a lover of driving. To be honest, I hate it actually. But for those few days I looked for every single possible excuse to jump in the truck and drive somewhere. We need q-tips? I'm on it. You need a cold drAnk? Let's go. None of your underwear suddenly fits? Let's go shopping. I mean seriously, every single thing I could run an errand for, I did. It was glorious. I loved every moment of driving around in that truck, feeling like a bad A. Eventually, the sad day finally arrived when I had to go pickup my Lover from the airport and end our romance. With the truck. THE TRUCK, yall! Geez. I had assumed I would drive the truck to the airport because surely he would want his truck

For the past week or so, I was struggling with an awful case of BLAH. In our family, we refer to this as poopy pants syndrome. Poopy pants is when you're just so MEH about everything, you walk around mopey and lost. You have no energy, no motivation, you cry about everything, you feel hopeless and weak, and nothing anyone can say or do will alter your soggy attitude. It is the WORST. At first, I blamed my fake period for placing me there. I don't have a uterus, but I still exhibit PMS symptoms each month so hence: the fake period. But the longer it lasted I knew it was more than that. It was resistance. I recently read a book called The War of Art , referred to me by my good friend Kevin Kuzia. I highly suggest it. The entire book is about achieving a set goal you have in mind and overcoming the resistance you will face as you work toward it. It wasn't too far into the book when I realized I could substitute the word Satan or the adversary , in place of t

WHO IS MEMPHIS is one of the most asked questions I've been receiving! Many of you have noticed the name in my bio, have seen the name hidden in my rowdy art posts, or read the signature at the bottom of my blog posts. Am I moving to Memphis? Do I have a pet named Memphis? Is this my middle name? Is Memphis an acronym for something hilarious? (if you can create an acronym for Memphis that makes me laugh out loud I'll send you a sticker btw) Who is MEMPHIS?! If you're a long time follower of mine, you know my infatuation for characters. I'm obsessed with them. I do different characters at all hours of the day and night. I make them up while I'm in the shower. I imitate them when I see one on TV or happen to notice one in public. There's just something about becoming someone else for a moment in time that fills my soul with satisfaction. Believe it or not, I'm actually a pretty introverted extrovert. My vision board says it best with the phrase, &q

I decided I needed a post to explain where the name of my movement came from. When evaluating my weaknesses and noticing that I needed to have more Christ-like love for everyone around me, I searched high and low to find literature on love. I read, pondered, and studied everything I could about love and charity. I knew that I wanted my movement to be based on this gospel principle but I didn't exactly know what to call it. I experimented with a lot of phrases that had love in them, but this idea was MORE than just loving. Sadly, I felt the word love was over-used and worn-out. I felt like most people didn't even really know what it meant anymore. I wanted something that would force people to open their eyes and go above and beyond. In a talk by President Thomas S. Monson (don't worry you don't have to be LDS to appreciate his words, they pretty much apply to everyone 😉) he points out that LOVE is the very essence of this life. It is the cornerstone of the gospel a