Photo by: @berinander
An accomplishment begins with a single act but my mind would not allow my body to move. This month, every time I began writing, reading, or planning outfits for photos within minutes I’d be overcome with sadness. Most times I cried. I needed a constant reminder that I am capable and these women gave me that.
I’m fighting the urge to rehash the same tired narrative about how music inspires my life. It reminds me of the boys in high school rearranging each other’s rhymes in poetry club to deliver the same story about hip-hop’s impact on their lives in the same dramatic cadence. Assume that I couldn’t live my life without smooth melodies guiding me through it and let’s move on.
The purpose of these post is simple: each month I want to provide you with the soundtrack guiding me through my journey as a Black, vegan, minimalist, and, of course, share my musical obsessions. For the past few months my musical mood has been airy and chill, the kind of music you play as you lie back in the dark, or as you kick back with friends on a late night.
