No one gives a damn if you don’t change your profile photo to blue white and red

ProfileHopefully my point is made in that statement. I changed my profile to the Tricolore.

What was probably meant to be a heightened awareness on social media turned into a backlash in the past few days after what occurred in Paris. When I read a status in opposition I quickly responded to it thinking that it was just said without tact.

It was a relative of mine who lives in the UK and I wanted to explain why it might seem like more people on her feed seemed to care about France than other countries with recent turmoil. However, I didn’t realize more people shared her misguided opinion.

I explained that France was one of the United States oldest allies and there certainly had a huge population of French citizens all over the world. Not only that, Paris is a pretty popular location—even I had the chance to visit. However, even if I hadn’t been there, I would have changed my profile, it’s my choice. I pointed out that recently our country of birth, Dominica had been affected by a hurricane. It hadn’t made as much news as France did because of our numbers. There’s just not that many of us in the world who are from there, or people who know of us. However, my timeline is filled with our past peers. That’s how we work—by numbers.

The article that made me write this entry can be found here.

First, let me state what changing my profile means to me because it seems like the author shed light on this—that the people should know why they are changing their profiles. It never even crossed my mind that changing my profile was meant to be questioned. We all changed our profiles to stand in solidarity. It baffles me that this isn’t blatantly obvious.

It’s likened to saying: “my condolences,” “I didn’t know each of the deceased but we feel for you.” “It sucks what happened.” “We experienced 9/11 we know you’re going through a tough time.” “We stand with you.” “This could have been us.” “We are all changing our profile in awareness if people haven’t already heard.”

I’m sure there are other reasons but I’m assuming that they all fall within those thoughts. I don’t understand why these people are trying to take away from the tragedy by making it seem like France deserved it. And, that is my point.

When a friend of mine shared the article on his profile I commented by pointing out that clearly the author needed to write something controversial for hits (and I’m helping) because there is absolutely nothing profound about taking a negative stance on this. It’s nerve-racking the opinions people will have just to make it in the news. So, it wasn’t a surprise when I saw an article about the profile changing backlash. We could have kept only the victims and our countries pursuit of the terrorists as a forefront, but no, social media has to have a hissy-fit about us not doing enough.

Really, you want to do something more than change your profile? No one is stopping you! Go do it!

Social media gives all sorts of tactless and insensitive people the platform to voice nonsense. All the points established about other countries that Facebook didn’t make a profile changing app for… You guys do know it’s an app right? Go create it! If you cared so much about Lebanon and Russia and the other countries you mentioned, why haven’t you voiced that prior? Is it somewhere on your feeds history?

I posted my opinion once I realized that more than one person changed the terrorist attack to France’s support of slavery, Haiti and a mention of African countries I finally had enough. Then, suddenly there were attacks. Ok, people are assuming this is much more than solidarity. However, why hadn’t I seen posts on their timeline earlier about this. Is this a huge fuck you to France?

I decided to hide my initial post (on the left) when finally a peer wrote a novel about I should take back my statement about France being one of the US oldest ally. I think he misunderstood what I meant, which is normal when people are passionate about things but choose to speed read and not understand people’s point. I have freedom to choose to do what I need to do with my post. I certainly didn’t want to waste my time arguing with someone who I foresaw as much more intelligent than me and explain to him how to be sensitive without getting a history lesson.

Then I reminded myself: this is why my entries have been more about running than that of politics, religion and sexuality. 

Everything controversial I avoid. It’s no one else’s opinion because I’m getting older and more conservative in my mindset. Conservative in the perspective that making the choice to change my profile photo does not affect anyone in a negative way. However, if someone thinks you showing your support is wrong, they clearly don’t have much else going on in their day—perhaps?

I received a direct message from a peer who I wasn’t sure wanted to be linked. He agreed with me. He placed everyone in three groups:

  1. The people who show their humane sign and illustrates some form of solidarity be it through their profile pics, pray for Paris, etc. (this is where he and I fit in)
  2. The “What about Kenya? Paris has enslaved Haitians, etc.” (there were posts about these but I think they also felt a profile change was warranted)
  3. Gun lovers who feel that arming every American with guns will solve the problem and blames Obama during their rants. (This makes absolutely no sense).

Furthermore he went on to say, “what’s disturbing to me, especially when it comes to African Americans (sic), is we’re so misinformed about information that it’s easy for them to repost something without doing some actual research. Bringing up history doesn’t resolve any issues that occurs today. Some of them didn’t stop to think that there are black people in France and the tragedy affected them as well. In one instance a man’s cellphone saved his life from a bullet and he was black! 

I just fear sometimes that our signs of solidarity is being confused and labeled trendy. Having a different opinion makes you “anti-whatever” and the ignorance level has risen to a new level. We’re slowly losing our well-being and it’s sad to watch at times. But I just wanted to take the time to say I identify with what you said. I find the best solution when I see something I completely disagree with on Facebook these days is to keep scrolling!

On the friend’s whose profile shared the article stated human behavior:

It’s really interesting that the post reads she does not need to broadcast to the world her support or solidarity however she did so in writing the post. Psychologically as a group called humanity come together to support others who have been affected by tragedy. If we go back to 9/11 and everyone had the American flag in their homes, cars on buildings is a way to feel united. Being united gives humanity a sense of well-being to see that other’s feel as they do. This is psychology 101. However back to the post that I just read why comment on it at all I would never judge or post if a person does not choose to have the overlay on the photo. And as far as action how does she know that others have not took action? Silly girl you have a lot to learn about human nature.


Even with all this though, I can’t give up hope on humanity. I do hope we’ll learn to live peacefully one day. In the meantime, just accept everything for what it is. You don’t care about Paris so you didn’t change your profile picture. Slavery has nothing to do with us standing with France. Bring Back Our Girls, Beruit, Russia all these places got media coverage. If it didn’t, find better media sources! It’s perfectly ok for you to change your profile in solidarity, or not.


My life is headed in any direction—TCS NYC Marathon Take 2

MedalLoveI ran the New York City Marathon last year (if you ran, or read my recap, you remembered how miserable it was despite loving that I was running in NYC). I really didn’t want to attempt to race it again. Everything hurt back then, the course was awful. I regretted not stopping to hi-five the kids in Brooklyn.

It was my 5th official marathon distance and this time around, it was my 9th official (not counting training runs).

nineAlso, as if covering over 7 marathon distances wasn’t enough in 2014, this year, I uped it to a couple more… 9+ ultra distances which included Disney Marathon that I ran with a good friend (Delvin), 50K around Manhattan with Sky, 2 marathon training runs, 33 mile RAGNAR ultra, North Face Endurance Challenge 50-miler, Revel Rockies in Colorado, Marine Corps Marathon and finally, New York City. I also did my very first triathlon in the summer and registered for some random distances throughout the year, even winning top spots in my age group and first place female in our infamous beermile. What an encore—if I don’t signup for the 60K. I’ve got a problem.

Weekend of activities

Like last year, I represented my gorgeous country of birth, the Commonwealth of Dominica, again at the TCS New York City Marathon Opening Ceremony. I made my outfit again! This was one of the highlights of my year because I’m very proud of my background.

It was once again creole weekend leading up to Dominica’s own Independence Day on the island so seeing posts of madras on my facebook timeline just made me feel like I was celebrating with the country itself. I tried telling my grandmother and family members about the event but I don’t really think they understood the entire ordeal and how important it was haha.

Leading up to this day:

HandstandjadeI had quite the year, which I hope to write in my yearly wrap up. However, I had ran a marathon only the Sunday before and I honestly didn’t know what to anticipate for this one. Yes, I ran two marathons a week apart. I was in my very own headspace because I had lost my job some weeks prior and thankfully I am with someone who is super supportive of my goals because I was no longer certain whether I was going crazy by signing up for the two marathons or was I really just giving myself a challenge. I am convinced that it was the latter. I had some random crazy battles happening in my life as well and I was calming taking care of them. Running powered me through.

Race outfit“… and no matter what happens, be sure to enjoy the race.” –Jo Ann.

That was the first thought I had when I got to the start that morning. My intention had been to dress up (since I missed out on Halloween) like Michonne from the Walking Dead but when I saw the temperature, I felt better about my lack of prep. I decided to take my New Balance 890s V4 on their final race journey (they are falling apart since they were my favourite—I’m not purchasing new running shoes until I get a “real” job) and I color coordinated even with some fun sun glasses that I had from the Pride Run.

I had no idea what was going to happen but I knew that no matter what, I’m just going to laugh my ass off—even if I walked and just run happy.

Commuting that morning

Unlike last year’s commute to the start thanks to AirBnb, I got on the 2nd ferry—I missed the first one because of the train. I found out later that my boyfriend had been on the same one. I knew how important this marathon was to him because he only does one per year so we didn’t coordinate to meet. He doesn’t carry his phone on race day so there was no way for us to know.

I wore my space blanket from the marathon last year (I kept it—keeping this year’s also) and I brought an old towel and blanket just in case.

I chatted briefly with a few runners on the ferry to Staten Island and another woman (Miya), who BQed later that day, sat next to me on the bus that took us to the start village. We said our goodbyes when I took off to find my corral after going through security.

Seriously, how many times do I have to go potty?

Thankfully after grabbing some coffee I ran into some familiar faces (like Yenory who was running NYC for the 1st time) and we chatted abit. That helped me take the edge off and I made my way to the start with Eric (Ultrarunning friend) from the Trail Whippass. We decided to use the port-a-potties prior and made our way into the corrals 10 minutes before they closed. We had very different corrals.  I immediately lined up again in my corral to use another port-a-potty while downing my Generation UCan. I don’t know why but for some reason, I get nervous pees at these important races.

It’s go time!

Finally doing my business left me with less than 10 minutes before we were supposed to take off. We were able to make our way through the gates when they took down the ropes but I realized there were pace groups for 3:05 in my corral. I became frantic. How did I get here? Am I in the right corral? I felt at ease when I briefly saw something close to 3:30. Sure, I’ve been training at 7:50s for marathon pace and I assumed I would have ran at least a 3:25 at the beginning of the year but right now, NOT after another marathon a week from when I ran a 3:54 (with a bathroom break)—no where close to 3:25! I had made up my mind to run by feel—and feel it would be. I looked around calming myself down and got amused by all the men urinating on the buses that were dividing the corrals. One of the bus drivers tried, with no avail, to get the men to stop whipping out. I shook my head in amusement and realized I probably would have done the same also—however, I just hoped I wouldn’t have to pee in the middle of the race again like I had at Marine Corps Marathon.

I ran happy

Photo by Jason Pacheco
Photo by Jason Pacheco

The view at the beginning for me was much different. Last year, I ran beneath the bridge and thankfully this year I got to see the view from above. I took it all in, and very slowly. I remembered from the Marathon Preview Panel we had for my team that Simon told us to take it slowly and stay in the middle because people would be trying to exert themselves by passing each other. I went “sexy pace” and pretended that I was warming up and ran it in 9:16. Clearly I didn’t know what would happen so I just checked with my legs constantly to make sure they were doing ok. I had no idea if they were recovered already.

A FRNY running teammate chat with me a bit because he liked my gear. He seemed on the mission to finish so I waved him on and told him don’t worry about the bridge being so crowded. It would clear up. He took off as soon as it opened and I decided to speed up a bit since we were going to into mile 2. I was familiar with the downhills so 7:57 pace felt really comfortable. I could hang here, I decided. If I felt anything, I would stop. I was still treating the first 5 miles as warmup but the warmup just felt so good.

When I looked at Garmin Connect, I realized the upcoming miles were basically sub 8s except 3 & 11 which were around 8:02/8:03. I still didn’t think it was that bad. I wasn’t looking at my watch. Later, I realized I could have potentially BQed if I had planned better but that actually wasn’t the goal that day. It was perfect conditions! I wanted to be uninjured and do a possible PR at the end of the race. Besides, I had taped 3:45 on my wrist and not 3:30.

Staying focused

Someone at the back of me called out, “Hey, I follow you on Instagram!” I looked around and saw a familiar face. My boyfriend. WHAT was he doing here? I said, “Aren’t you supposed to be ahead of me?!”

Photo by Luciano Rezende
Photo by Luciano Rezende

The funny thing is, I wasn’t thinking of him during the race because I figured he would be way ahead. My goal was to hopefully make it at a decent time to contact him when he was done before he headed home (we had our separate after marathon plans). A few days prior we both agreed to run our own races and I had said whatever I needed to say to him before this race. Don’t get me wrong, I sort of wish we had decided to run this one together. 

He mentioned that his corral was packed with runners who weren’t supposed to be lined up there. I felt terrible for him because he was looking forward to this race all year. We wished each other luck and we’d call each other.

I continued on seeing some familiar faces and pacing along some fellow whippets. I tried feeding off their energy for a few miles but I really didn’t know how long I would have lasted. By mile 15, I knew I would get into my head.

If you start walking now, you’re going to keep walking.” I need to have more positive thoughts! This is when I wish I had my iPod.

It happened. I walked on the bridge. I knew it would keep happening. I got back into my brain and shook it off. I didn’t have a real goal anyway! F’ck it, let me just get over this boring section of the course! So, mile 15 and 16 (8:32 and 9:25) suffered with lots of walking.

Then miles 17-19 I was back! There were people! I took some Gu since I figured the fuel from the Ucan was done by now and suffered through the mileage. I knew that I was slowing down again. I kept alternating with Gatorade and Water because I was sweating profusely. As I was running up 1st avenue, my boyfriend’s mother and sister called out to cheer! It was great to see them! I also wondered why they were still area (maybe they were tracking me also or were watching other runners as well)  I hope that they were just spectating because I hadn’t seen him along the course. I actually told people not to track me haha since I thought I’d be walking the entire thing

Photo by Ben Ko
Photo by Ben Ko

The sun had started to come out (and I hate the heat) and I was beginning to feel it. I was beginning to annoy myself also. I somehow got something stuck in my shoe and I kept hitting my shoe on grooves to remove it. I was worried about twisting my ankle. I kept thinking that my feet would get damaged if I don’t get that object from under my shoe. I wasn’t sore, I wasn’t tired, I was annoyed. This was a new experience at a marathon ever.

It finally came off, and I have no idea what it was but 20-23 were ran closer to 9 minutes for NO REASON but lots of walking. I remembered last week when I suffered on Marine Corps Course because of the emotional battles within myself. I pushed through there, I might as well now!

Photo by Thomas Yong Hwan
Photo by Thomas Yong Hwan

I met another whippet who was struggling. We decided to be each other’s run/walk buddies for a bit. I felt bad because I had to leave her and continue on. I hate seeing suffering through marathons! Even worse being teammates! Regardless, this is still a race and I intended to do my best even if I’m in mediocre shape—I knew she understood. I refocused to thinking that I was still having a good time. 24 was the slowest I did walk on that hill. I met Ray on there who ran to take my photo. It was great to see him!

Photo by Ray Schwartz
Photo by Ray Schwartz

I looked at my Garmin finally. When I realized I could pick it up and actually PR it was too late. I basically walked away a BQ!

I entered the park to make up some time. I was familiar with Cat Hill so going down would be easy. I heard one of the coaches calling out to me and I waved. I heard some others but weren’t sure who they were! Later I realized it was actually my boyfriend’s mother and sister again! They snapped a photo and I looked really strong when I got into the park! I felt strong!

However, I HATE going out of the park and reentering to end this race. I started walking again! A woman passed by and said, “Hey you’re wearing fast shoes!” I looked down at hers, she was wearing the same one I had! The New Balance 890s V4!

“Thank you!” I started jogging. I had gotten into my head again thinking “What if I run the same time again?” I ran 3 marathons, different courses, at the same damn time. I needed to get out of my 3:47/3:48 rot.

I did. 3:43—my best time. Well, it’s a great PR from last week… 11 minutes faster running a marathon a week apart and almost 5 minutes better than last year’s NYC marathon.


12208739_10101505812591535_1890836645623624556_nFor all that I’ve been through in these past weeks and months. This experience was needed. I needed something bright. I needed to feel like I overcame something. I’m certainly running from something. The marathon is filled with so many contradictions! What a rollercoaster of emotions I went through!

I’m really fortunate right now despite some setbacks in the past few weeks. I’m not signed up for any races for a while (because I have to find a job—or jobs—since I’m freelancing).

So, I’ll keep everyone posted. I’m focused on shorter—although that 60K is damn tempting.

I have a great support group of family and friends—along with a fantastic man who has made this journey bearable. By the way, I beat my boyfriend’s time unintentionally (he told me he owes me flowers). Apparently, while I had a great race, many others didn’t—but the marathon is like that. According to his mother, no runner is ever happy with their time.

Thanks so much for the final photo Wamsi! Also grateful to have received my medal from a fellow whippet. What a great way to end this race!

You’ve officially followed me to marathons 8 & 9!

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Race recap: Semper fidelis—Running the People’s Marathon

12142059_770173099777080_540973551_nAs of two days ago, NYC Marathon was arguably my most challenging marathon course. Waking up this morning, in retrospect, Marine Corps Marathon(MCM) was. It was by far my most emotional 26.2 mile experience ever and the only marathon that has touched me this deeply. I have now ran 8 marathons (and 5 ultra distances). A few months back, my bf lent me “Brothers Forever” a book about Marine 1st Lt. Travis Manion and LT (SEAL) Brendan Looney two fallen heroes who grew really close while being United States Naval Academy roommates and died doing their duty (Their family and friends run this marathon in their honor). Back then, I was already fortunate to have signed up for the race, however yesterday when I ran and experienced the blue mile, I was overcame with emotions.

We drove to Alexandria on Friday night. I woke up the next morning and did my ritual 2-mile-the-day-before-the-marathon shakeout. Then, we tried to navigate the very involved subway system (D.C. truly doesn’t make its commuting easy). At the expo, I got my bib and was once again disappointed by not being able to purchase anything (it’s always things that I don’t need). I did run into a few people who recognized me from Instagram however. Then, we went home where he made Chicken Parmesan (how lucky am I?), I had a Guinness and we called it a night. He did his magic, which was stretching me thoroughly prior to bed which was super helpful! Thankfully I got 7 hours (which isn’t typical of me running any marathon but from now on should be the ritual).

The following morning, he dropped me off at the metro where I followed two avid Marine Corps Marathon runners to the Pentagon and walked about a mile to the security checkpoint. Because I was there early, I ran into other Trail Whippass folks who shared some words of encouragement (can you believe one of them has ran over 100 marathons?!). Otto, a local and a pacer for NYRR, suggested that we line up early and gave me some last minute advice since he was a veteran of the course. He quoted the same thing any seasoned runner would say, “be sure to enjoy the course.”

I’m going to preface this part by saying this: I ran over 5 marathon distances this year alone prior to MCM. I ran two ultras also (50k and 50 miler). Although I’ve trained at sub 8 minute pace since the Revel Rockies Colorado Marathon, I hadn’t made it. Although I’d like to think that my body isn’t ready for it, it might actually be my mind. So for Marine Corps, although there wasn’t a real goal, I told my bf I’m going to try if I felt good that day—and tried I did. I lined up with the 3:35. I’d line up with them as long as I could. I brought my pace bracelet just in case.

When I started running, I thought, “who am I kidding?” I jogged along based on feel. The crowd was very thick at the start. There was no true corral so people who were not supposed to be at the beginning were and fell behind, sometimes quickly. It affected me running with the pace group, instead of me trying to avoid running into anyone, I simply went off solo.

I saw my bf at mile 4, cheering me along and letting me know that I’m doing so well and on target. He had a 10 mile run so he decided to appear along the way. After passing him along the bridge, the crowd took us along just fine. However, I felt sudden urges to urinate.

The blue mile came and went, with me in tears of the names and faces of the deceased men and women who had fought for our country. Their families or friends had flags at the end waving on both sides of the course.

Around mile 14 when the pace group eventually passed me, and I felt completely defeated, I began assessing myself. I certainly might have gotten too distracted needing to pee. I thought of where a Port A Potty would be. I started walking. Then, like an angel, my bf was near by, and asked if he should take anything. I’m fine I called out but I needed to pee. He said there’s definitely one under the bridge ahead. He jogged along pacing me a bit. I was able to relieve myself and continued the course.

I wish I could say that was the last time I had to walk but 2 hours and 11 minutes in, I was no longer on target. I fell behind by 2 minutes by the mile after. I knew it would only get worse. The constant checking, which I guess is my wall, came more and more often. My attention went to my right leg which had an issue that entire week. Once I realized this, I ignored the target completely and assessed what my body was doing. I will just do a sub 4 I figured (especially after the 3:45 pace group passed me). I also took note that I couldn’t get myself injured since I have to run New York City in a week!

I teared up a few feet later mostly because I had the epiphany that a daily routine for some of these soldiers meant life or death. I was simply running a marathon. I wasn’t fighting, I wasn’t being shot at. Yet, I couldn’t get it out of my mind enough to get past the fatigue or constant pounding. Do I have the mindset to be in the military?

By the way, this guy is everything! I've never dated anyone who has been completely supportive of my goals. Ha, if you're questioning the beard—it's his challenge haha.
By the way, this guy is everything! I’ve never dated anyone who has been completely supportive of my goals. Ha, if you’re questioning the beard—it’s his challenge haha.

The bridge was as wicked as it had been rumored and the end reminded me of when I ran NYC’s and getting off the Queensboro bridge. At the end, crowds were waiting to explode in cheer. I saw a couple of whippets there. I saw #TeamTravis signs prior to Mile 21ish. I called out, even if they had no idea who I was. The rest of the route going to mile 24 had crowd support. Coming back to mile 25 looked familiar, we were ending where the morning had started and of course, I didn’t realize it had been a mile long. When we passed mile 26, there was the end, a hill. That last drive to the finish. Whose idea was it to put a hill right there? Later that day, my bf said he kept repeating in his head, “please don’t make her walk it”—all summer he has pushed me to embrace the hills. Success! Ha, I showed that final hill no mercy. He hadn’t been sure of whether I wanted him to run with me.

Past the finish was torturous. I met Otto and we explained how we both felt. He agreed that this course was worse than NYC and it was his favourite. I think it’ll now be mine and I’d love to have the opportunity to run it again. He applauded me on how I did. We runners are often so tough on ourselves. However, I think I did fine—despite being overly ambitious… besides, I have a marathon in a week!

I got my medal and recovery supplies telling all the marines—”thank you for your service.”

By the way, thanks so much to Amy for transferring her bib to me.

Oorah, indeed. Semper fidelis (Always Faithful/Loyal).



I placed 1st in a race! I’m retiring now…

Wait, it’s not April 1st.
Women's heat
This past week I placed first at our OctoBeerFast mile. It certainly wasn’t predicted but I was striving for a personal best. It’s just so happened that with my attempt of a personal record (PR), I also came in as first female—with a proud 21 seconds ahead of the 2nd place winner.
During the spring, two other females did come ahead of me when I was trying to get it crushing all the teams previous female records so this PR was never intended to place. I was definitely excited about being 3rd because we had crushed that record (and because I came in 2nd at my first time and I had PRed at the 2nd attempt).
Why the beer mile?
Jerlyn at the beermileWell, let’s first talk about the mile. I love the mile race. I love speed but I adore distance and when I sprint, the 800-1600 distance is perfection. I do hope to get even faster on it. It’s a life goal. Now, the feeling (runners get high) that I get from it, becomes even more challenging when there’s liquid added. And, not just any liquid… carbonated liquid.
Beer is certainly an acquire taste. Although I’d argue there’s a type for everyone, some people do loathe it completed—which is fair.
I’d love to get a 6 minute mile on it but that’s probably not possible. For now I will take the 7:55.
How do you run it?
My favourite part is actually the warmup prior to the beer mile. We do a workout for about an hour and then we do the mile. By that time, I feel like it’s a reward… just like when I run a marathon, and the first thing I want is an ice-cold beer.
The rules according to “Each competitor drinks four cans of beer and runs four laps, ideally on a track (start – beer, then lap, then beer, then lap, then beer, then lap – finish).” There are more logistics like the 5% alcohol and a penalty lap if someone hurls. I like this because when the men run, most of them puke.
Personally, I try to chug the beer as fast as I can (I’m really not that fast at it and need to work on that). Then I burp during the first 100 meters… then I sprint. During the spring, at the 4th lap, I wasn’t able to burp at all and that got me worried. However, this time around, I was better. To be honest, this entire ordeal isn’t exactly pleasant, but I love a good challenge.
See, running could be fun. Running and beer, two of my favourite things. However, now, I’m more curious about winning an actual road race *gasps.* Maybe after I complete my two marathons (I’m running the Marine Corps Marathon this weekend and then the New York City Marathon for the 2nd time just a week after). Wish me luck!
By the way, this photo was my favourite from the photographer. It’s from one of the lovely girls who just joined the running team:
All photos in this entries are by Benjamin Pratt.
All photos in this entries are by Benjamin Pratt.

I decided to become a stripper… I mean a freelancer

Make that moneyI’ve always wanted to write about the full-time jobs that I have had but I’ve been lucky that I let time pass so I could digest the experience and not appear disgruntled.
Often I have had ideas for “political” cartoons and comics but decided against them.
However, I’ve had some pretty terrible jobs, terrible bosses and terrible coworkers. I really wish they could be addressed. I even saw a past boss on the train that I completely ignored as he tried to get my attention—We can’t be friends he had a terrible coke habit that affected his daily work habits.
Despite those terrible experiences, I’ve had pretty amazing ones. I found that not every job was terrible, in fact I’ve actually learned from some bosses (even if it’s not to be like them) and some coworkers who I’ve formed some lasting friendships. I’m lucky to always approach each company with wanting to absorb as much as I can.
I always learned from situations (you only have one life). Nonetheless, I must state that my initial mindset from mentors of how my career would take off in a logical sense was apocryphal at best.  Not everything is black and white when it comes to “making it,” in this field.
I think as I’ve navigated this year, I’ve came more into the epiphany that not everyone I meet would have the same integrity for work as I would or know as much as I would. Also, unfortunately, I don’t want to say it: I’ve shockingly experienced racism. What?! Yea, I’m shocked also. I’m not ready to address this yet but this is only recent, that I’m aware of, most of my life I’ve just been bright-eyed and eager to learn everything.
Don’t worry, even I am not so perfect in all aspects. It took me awhile to realize that I’m just a hired professional to help foster dreams. Succinctly, that’s ok. Prior, it wasn’t that apparent. I wish many of the jobs I’ve had encouraged their workers to include their own dreams into the workday. I love what I do. I’m so fortunate for the talents I have been blessed with and worked on.
Anyway for the present: just as some strippers say—I’m just working here temporarily to save up to work on my real dreams. So now, I’m a freelancer.
It’s certainly a ballsy move but a smart one.
I’ve been programming since I was 10 and I majored in New Media Design and Imaging which covered most of this field. I’ve had a blog since age 11. This allowed me over my career to become:
  • An User Experience specialist
  • An Art Director
  • A WordPress Developer
  • An Interface Designer
  • A Social Media Consultant
I’ve also worked at startups, large agencies, small agencies, boutiques and from home.
So, I’ll be launching my tiny agency soon. I’m so nervous! Stay tuned. In the meantime, feel free to inquire about rates if you have a very enticing project.
Disclaimer: I’m not a stripper. I can’t dance—pole dancing is difficult! Can you imagine what coordination that would take?