(Written Tuesday April 17th, 2018)
If I could, I would bottle today and open it during a shitty one.
• Early for work. Early off.💊💉🔬
• Great hair day. 💁🏽♀️💆🏽♀️🌳☁️
• Happy hour solo date at Aloha (veggie pot stickers, fried salmon sushi, ginger ale)
Today culminated the end of Black Maternal Health Week. I went to a screening of the documentary Death by Delivery at MedChi. Of course I’m ready to book my doula clients now but I know there’s much work to be done first. It was invigorating being around so many awesome women. Yes there are horrible statistics surrounding Black maternal health but I’m one of many people working to change them. In case you’re unaware like I was, Black women are FOUR TIMES as likely to die from pregnancy related causes than White women in the good ole USA; the only industrialized country with such staggering statistics.
I left the seminar floating on oxytocin, but was definitely hungry. Luckily, I stumbled upon a live jazz band playing at Trinacria across from Mt. Vernon Marketplace. Because it was late, I ate light, just a bowl of minestrone and Caesar salad.
I went home satiated and full of positive vibes, then burned some incense and Paolo Santo before bed. 💞🔥✨🌟💫🌬
Departure to St. Thomas is in 8 days and I think I’m finally starting to get my mind in vacation mode…. I think. 🤨🙄😂