Thanks a lot, Shonda. Yeah, that one. The one whose last name ends with ‘times.’ Shonda wrote a book about the year of yes. So, yes. Now we all have to say yes!
Why do I have to listen to her? I must obey her. She’s my modern-day Oprah, well, not like Oprah ain’t so modern, but you know. Oprah is a tad behind the shadows ever since the end of her show. But she’s still . . . out there. We see her in commercials and what not. Now, my girl, Shonda! I must obey her because she’s the best. I want a job fetching her coffee. For real, y’all, I’d move to California and give up the Washingtonian lifestyle just to pour this lady some coffee, even if she barely paid me enough to cover rent, it don’t matter. I’m there, Shonda. Shonda, ya reading this???
Well what did I say ‘yes’ to? Too many damn things. Said yes to blogging thirty days in a row and boy this just gets harder but easily consistent as time goes on. Said yes to throwing my snacks to the side. And finally about ten minutes ago, I saw an Instagram challenge from a dear bestie proposing friends to join a squats challenge. I warned her I’d die, but then something made me agree. Will I go through with it? I mean, I’m still blogging, but then again, blogging doesn’t hurt my body, now does it?
Stay tuned and wish me well! 🖐🏾
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