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Beyond 140 characters. Things that don’t go on Twitter.

Every day I have these random moments of “Oh my god! I love my life!” and “I’m really out here living my dream!” It’s so surreal.

These moments both lift me up and keep me grounded. They are a constant reminder of how abundant the universe is, and how much more there is out there to grab hold of.

There is room and space for all of us. I am conscious of this, and it keeps me from worrying about what the next person is doing. My focus is on me, my goals, and my dreams, and that is where it should be.

I concentrate on my blessings and not the minor problems that pop up, and I never operate from a space of lack, because I know that as long as I am doing my part, the universe will continue to provide.

I wasn’t always in this space, so the personal growth is not lost on me.

I just keep reaching, ever higher, and ever evolving.

 

Today was good and productive, and brought along with it inspiration to keep motivated and moving along my path.

I love it when it feels like this.

I got things done, and I continue to get things done, and my need and desire to get even more things done propels me forward.

I keep reminding myself that I built this life, that I asked for it, that I spoke it into existence, and that I can sustain it by continuing to do what I do.

The best feeling in the world is knowing that you are doing what you love with a purpose.

It’s so important, and not everyone has that opportunity.

I promise to keep taking care of it.

I have so much going on right now.

This is a good thing.

I’ve been on back-to-back phone interviews since early this morning. The original reporting game is picking up for me.

It is amazing having wonderful and valued sources who keep feeding me tips on good stories. My portfolio and profile are growing, and it’s thanks to the many good people who trust me to tell their stories and the stories that are important to them.

This afternoon, I will be doing more phone interviews, writing news buzzes for The Root, finishing up a commentary piece and updating some of the stories I’ve already worked on.

This writer’s life is such a blessing of abundance. I cannot say it enough.

I am forever grateful that I was brave enough to make the choice to leave my day job last summer.

The investment in myself is paying off ten-fold.

 

Today’s focus is on writing and organizing my ongoing writing projects.

I have interview notes to transcribe, research to gather and outline, news buzzes to write, and deadlines to meet.

I remain grateful for the opportunities before me, and I am committed to protecting this life and not taking it for granted.

That means giving it my all even when I am sleepy, or uninspired, or experiencing distractions.

Nobody can do this for me but me; I’m all I got.

If this is what I truly want for myself, then it is up to me to keep making it happen.

My life is by my own design.

I am the protagonist in my life’s story, and I refuse to let anyone else write the book.

New Twitter Bio April 4, 2017

writer. journal·ist. womanist. big hair enthusiast. sex positive. body positive. contact: mo@thejournalista.com. paypal.me/thejournalista

Twitter Profile Update

I updated my Twitter profile to include my PayPal and Wishlist information. All writers and educators should have a tip jar on their profiles. People want your knowledge for free when they should be paying you.

Display Name: Monique Judge

Bio: journalist. womanist. big hair enthusiast. coffee lover. tips@thejournalista.com. tip jar:

Link: http://www.theroot.com/author/monique-judge/

I’m having one of those “yeah, I did that” moments. I used to shy away from talking about or sharing them for fear of sounding arrogant, but I realize I need to allow myself these moments, because they give me the boost I need to keep on pushing even when there are 100 other things going wrong.

Gratitude is a daily exercise

As I sit here drinking my coffee and reading the news, I am humbled and grateful for the opportunity to work from home doing what I love. There is no longer a rush to be anywhere first thing in the morning, and it makes waking up each day that much easier. I find myself rising without an alarm clock, feeling unstressed, and loving this new life I am crafting for myself.

May I be ever present and ever mindful of the gifts I receive from the universe.

 

It’s my birthday weekend!

I’m feeling love from so many places right now. People genuinely want to spend time with me for my birthday, and that is so amazingly humbling. It is always good to be reminded that you are loved, and people value you. I’m on my way to the beach to be a mermaid with a group of friends. Enjoy your Saturday.

WikiLeaks, the DNC, and Hillary Clinton

I found out about the WikiLeaks/DNC email scandal during the last hour of my shift at the day job. I wasn’t sure what my plans for tonight would be, but now I know for sure that in addition to drinking wine, I will be digging through this database to see what I can find.

I get tired of having to explain this to people. Black on black crime is a myth that y’all refuse to let go of. It is a media created narrative that leads to the thinking that black people deserve whatever happens to them ‘since they kill themselves anyway.’

Have you ever heard people say ‘white on white crime’ or ‘Chinese on Chinese crime’? Nope. You know why? Because people tend to live in areas heavily populated by other people who look like them. When you live in an area and you commit crimes, you generally commit crimes in that area as well. Therefore, everyone you commit a crime against is going to look like you.

There is no ‘black on black crime.’ There is just crime. Please disabuse yourselves of this disgusting rhetoric the media has taught you and that you continue to shame yourselves with.

Do better.

Here is the bio I created today.

Display name: Black Bernstein (complement to @thewayoftheid’s Black Woodward)

Monique Judge. Independent Journalist. Creative Type. Lipstick Lover. Queen of the Selfie. Don’t try me, bitch.

 

Twitter Bio #3

Display name: First of all, bitch,

monique judge. Author of the upcoming chapbook First of all, bitch,. Word nerd. Multilingual – I speak AAVE, the Queen’s English, and Bitch, you tried it.

Sonic Tater Tots and other Las Vegas comfort foods

I said I was only going to eat food that I could get in Vegas and not L.A. That was the plan anyway.

So when I had Sonic Tater Tots for the first time in 7 years on Wednesday, I was pretty fucking excited. Mm. Sonic Tater Tots. Try the chili cheese version of you are feeling fat enough; you won’t regret it.

I also bought a bag of Sonic Ice. If you are also a chewer of ice, you will understand why. It is the most glorious crushed ice you have ever had in your life.

In N Out Double Double with cheese and fries, but done animal style

In N Out Double Double with cheese and fries, both done animal style

Technically I can get In ‘N Out at home in Los Angeles, but my cousin and my bestie both said they wanted to have it for dinner last night, and who am I to argue?

I went with the Double Double with cheese and french fries, both done animal style. If you have never had In ‘N Out fries done animal style, please get it into your life. It is the best thing ever.

I still haven’t had Raising Canes or Cuban Cafe yet, but there’s still time.

what’s for dinner?

I ate the last of my leftovers yesterday, and now I am sad. I was going through my Google Photos account, and I came across this delicious reminder.

I’m trying to figure out how to top that with dinner tonight.

I am a good cook, and I actually like doing, but I don’t do it nearly enough. My schedule keeps me on the go from morning to night, and I tend to eat on the run more often than not.

Green Salad

Green Salad

I decided to try and change that for the next month, so I have been cooking at home a lot more, and I am actually finding it to be quite satisfying, so now I come up with meals in my head and make them when I get home.

Which brings me back to dinner.

What’s for dinner tonight?

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