Sunday, June 14, 2015

Re introduction

I am Crystal Okorie, I am a model, fitness expert and trainer, actress, strategic marketer, and financial analyst. I am from Washington, DC and I moved to NYC after graduating from college. My work since then has been primarily beauty, fitness, product developmet, design and marketing in addition to my modeling.

There are a lot of things that have shaped my four years in New York, a large portion upon reflection have a lot to do with my ex. Or rather, based off of my decision to shape my plans and wishes around my ex. I want to jump right into this post in outlining some thoughts and concepts that will help you understand me and my future post.

For the most part, I think of myself as highly evaluative
. I like to know and understand how my actions have shaped my present, reflect on them and share my insights- good and bad to individuals so they can better
themselves and make better decisions- you know and avoid some of my mistakes.

Second, I don’t think that any persons advice or life circumstances can be taken as the Almighty Truth of Life. What works for some, might not work, or be the right choice for others. Likewise, what someone or even many are incapable of doing, may not be impossible for you or other special individuals, as history has taught us.

I am a proud supporter of stay in your OWN DAMN LANE- cause the world needs more of that.

Third, Im the nicest person with an attitude you will ever encounter. I hate bullshit. I am aware for every good person in the world, there’s a rotten individual making it hard for everyone else, who has to shoulder their shit, make peace, and be good kind individuals despite dealing with said aforementioned a –hole.

This is the internet, and this is my writing- i.e my inner dialogue. Frankly, its not healthy to suck it up and be nice twice- for all I know- the writing will be the softer wake up call for nasty individuals to change, or perhaps inspire a backbone to your kindness.

Frankly, trying to censor myself has in large part been the reason for my writing breaks. Simply put- universal law- to thyself be true. Im a good person; I swear, I just don’t have time for cupcake talk all the time and I don’t want to bother.

Fourth: I will include a relationship section. Highlights really I learned from my 5 year relationship and interviews from other women and men. There really is such a thing as bad people when it comes to relationships and I’ve noticed that there are not many writings or conversations about why that is, how to know, and why getting out of it and being ok with setting a standard to not engage with certain people is perfectly OK. As women and even males, I think a need to be perceived as being fair and unpretentious is the cause of accepting such people into our lives.

To cut it briefly, your selling yourself short. And if I have to draw out from experience why dropping deadweight is important. I will. Yes, in some cases, case studies are necessary.

Finally, men are welcome are welcome here. I love you guys, this is not a male bash site at all- if it seems like it- its not.

Laws of Money, Lessons of Life

You have to do whats right for you, before you do whats right for your money.

You have to do whats right for you, before you do whats right for your money. What does that mean? I first heard the term from Suze Orman, in her laws of money dvd; something I had purchased second hand because I knew that it would be good for me. :PAUSE: An interesting notion, but Suze swears that doing what others think is best for you and what you think is best for your dollar is bound to have you struggling to put two pennies together. By the way, we’ve all been there, but my rewatching of the DVD led me to make some frightening discoveries, that I want to share with you- perhaps you can relate, and take some investigative steps backwards to see how you may have ended up in a financial rut and create some


Lies destroy money: truth creates it

Law number 1, Suze is absolutely serious about this one and I get it. When has a lie ever made you feel powerful? No seriously, the only time people lie is because they don’t feel powerful in their own right. REMEMBER THAT. Here’s the thing- and excuse me for jumping to law number 5 for a second, money has no power what so ever. You are the anomaly that comes into play that makes money powerful. In what you do to earn it, and further more how you spend, and I think its important to merge that law up here with law number 1 because Suze states its not just the lies you tell about yourself, what your capable of doing, and financially what you have to give, use, or make, but also, the lies that others tell you.

That being said. The biggest lie that has been perpetuated for too long as that money defines your power and your worth. It simply isn’t true. There are many things that have no monetary value that are powerful and significant; like your ability to eat, have a shelter over your head, your health. There are plenty of people, including you who may not have as much money in your wallet or in the bank as you like, but these things alone are powerful things you are able to do- whichever way you do it- HONESTLY- that say you’ve got something.

I remember when I first lost my job on the outset of the New Year, and I was surviving on $400 a month. $100 which went to internet. $120 which went to my metro transportation. Another $100 for my gas and electricity. $20 for my gym membership. The rest for my food, cat food, kitty litter, and personal toiletries- and I could not pay my rent and at times didn’t think I had enough money for groceries. Here’s the thing- my landlord let me slide for rent for 8 months, up until now and I’m trying to figure out how to pay all the back rent to keep this place within the next 2 days, the food I did buy was fresh fruits and vegetables because I was modeling to support myself and so my health and skin and body had to be on point.

I mean, practically living in poverty, but I had shelter, I learned how to utilize and stock a running pantry where so long as I had flour, beans, potatoes, spices in addition to fresh meat and produce, I could make bread, delicious meals from scratch. In many ways I was eating better than most people who had more to spend were, and looking better for it to.

Why? First off I appreciated what I had, albeit after watching Suze Orman’s DVD last night I realized that if I had understood how powerful I was and how much I had instead of comparing it to what I had, and the belief it needed to match what others were making I might have pulled myself into a better standing much quicker.

What am I trying to get at here? The truth of the matter was that I was blessed in my circumstances and created a means to be productive and powerful with less, a concept that is not introduced to us in the education of money. The universal belief is that you must have more to be more, when in reality when you are more you will create more.

I wont lie and say that it was easy, and further more I can admit that in some respects, I would believe the lie and it led to me destroying my income and surviving on $30 a month- but here’s the thing. When I was in touch with my truth of doing what I thought was best for me, so much more was done, to the extent that friends and associates that come to see me, still think I’m living better than them and think I have too much, but it had everything to do with law number 2.

You have to do what’s right for you, not what’s right for you’re money. I started the post with this statement, and I felt it was important to pull you through a bare essentials, quick tutorial to show how and why this is important. You have one life, and you of all people are the one person who gets a 24/7 input and output of this show. No one, and I mean no one is going to know what’s best for you in any given circumstance, better than you, and even if you do get it wrong, there’s more to gain to making a mistake from your own decisions than on the decision of another.

I had to write a full sheet, because Suze recommends again for you to find where you broke the financial laws that put you where you are, and honestly there were a lot.

Im not going to go into detail about what those are, cause Ive already done a lot of that. Here’s what I am going to leave you with. I want to you to WRITE DOWN, what lies you have told and have believed that have resulted in where you are financially. Where have you spent considerable time rehashing the past, and making decisions based off of what you HAD rather than what you HAVE? What decisions have you made, based off of what was best for your money or the opinions of others rather than what was best for YOU? In what ways have you let believing money defined your level of success, power, and ability- rather than focusing on how you can POWERFULLY drive your situation to create the life that you want?

Write these down.

Then check out this link for Suze Orman, because she is amazing, unfortunately retiring, but like she says, these laws are timeless and timely.

Sources: video: Suze Orman; The Laws of Money the Lessons of Life

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Your Sisters Beauty - How and Why

I knew those spots meant something. I kept asking the doctors to see if there was something wrong in or near my womb and they said nothing. My intuition kept saying Crystal you have to catch whatever is wrong now. I kept telling them that the hyper pigmentation that formed on my lower belly had to mean something. That's how I got into skin care, and nutrition. I developed myofascial bars because the concoctions I'd make didn't sit on skin well by itself - at least the active ingredients that battled the issue- in fact in college I got fined for damaging the carpet with it. Well I like to use things I make everywhere so I realized it goes well to release knots that develop from habit or physical training. Working on how to make it lucrative- because I have to, to survive, and well I have a small family- just us three gals (and my sisters expanding family) so it's all on me. I started see great improvement in the area- hyperpigmentation I fought for over 8 years- the scars you can hardly see them thanks to the bars. I still knew there was something with the area- I'd get electric impulses if anyone but me but their hand near there - including my mother(I should clarify she has long nails and it only shocked when she said to forget about it)- except me -my ex- and this guy I dated last summer. I wanted to figure how to market some of my previous mixtures that I had created over the last 8 years that didn't solve my dual problem of pseudofollicutis and hyperpigmentation - and I had to do it with the tools I already had on hand. Turns out my ex was wrong about me, he said I bought things for their sake, I knew that wasn't true, but he had really gotten into my head during the 4 years I spent in NY, with all the ups and downs. I've been surviving for 7 months on the things I bought before I lost my job- all investments into my business and books to build my experience incase I didn't get a mentor or lost the internet. Both happened. Back to my discovery- I had created a multi-use skin detoxifier that I realized in addition to the bars and my current 0 income- I got change and brain at least, were the 2 of the 38 product line I created that I could mass produce and package. The bars with my results and various specialty formulas I was sure would sell themselves. The detoxer- nothing quite on the market like it- and it has to be packaged small. I found 4 crystals on Monday in a glass bird house I had found on the street back in September and left in the backseat of my car. I'd throw notes into it, on top of the leaves and fake bird that was already within it. Something said clear out, so I went to take the leaves out and found yellow roses underneath the leaves, I kept sifting surprised roses had been in there and found the crystals. I collect crystals. I like them, it's kinda a more mature hobby than when I use to collect rocks and stones as a child. Aww man, I was crazy about rocks!! I had a rock book I borrowed from the library that explained what the different types of rocks were, and how they formed. DC btw has the most beautiful rocks I've ever seen! I use to put them in this light brown Easter basket I decorated with a pink ribbon on top of the bookshelf my mom let me have and paint white. My aunt threw them out when I was 13 saying that women don't collect rocks.

Anyway the crystals, more mature - I still collect rocks. I wanted to see how I could market them with the detoxer. Then it struck me. I had already made crystal massagers for the breast- to the untrained eye it looks like a necklace. I thought in addition to marketing those, these crystals could be sold with the detoxers. And it would flow into use with the bars I made too. I wanted to test it out. I'm against false advertising- so I decided to try out my theory. Like everything I make- I started with my lower belly- and I found adhesions in my lower womb near the pubic bone. I had been learning about pelvic massage when I started developing the bars and had since then started applying the technique to the area. The bars were better than your own fingers, but the crystals took it to the next level. I needed to act. Aware of each ingredient I knew the detoxer could be used as a sitz bath and that with the right foods I could help my lymph cells work to alleviate the problem. And well here I am on Sunday. With 17 days to raise 12,000 to keep my roof, lights, and gas- and well to pull that off means I have a business to take care if myself and my family , who haven't seen me since August after which my financial situation started. And well my mom is up in age and she has such expectations for me- I'm the oldest and have always been the achiever, the model , her Hollywood (that's what she calls me), and she keeps asking when I'm going to give her grand kids . My sister is about to give her a third- and I always knew there was something wrong- especially when the chiropractor told me I had a torqued hip. So I have something - and some things to do, and that's how I came up with Your Sisters Beauty.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Grateful For The Little Things

Often it i shard to remain positive for the things presented to us in the future. Like many people, you can relate to, setbacks and unwanted circumstances happen. I come from a realist family upbringing, which most would say borderlines pessimissim, and despite that I managed to have a ridiculously optimistic outlook on life. Dont get me wrong- I have my negative nancy- look at the facts days, but there have been some very trying moments in my life where I have found myself with my back against the wall and all I could think is, 'it will literally take a miracle'. Waiting for a miracle is hard. I think that it takes making it through your first 'I am Aware' miracle for you to really start to expect them. Once you do my friend- it becomes a whole different ball game. Do you rely on miracles? Does that mean you do nothing?

Miracles are funny because its when you need them that you have to rely on them, so I would argue yes, you must rely on them. In fact the whole concept of a miracle relies on faith, belief, and trust. Which is another way of saying- no fence sitting. I think one of the biggest reasons people don't believe in miracles is because they have been conditioned to expect a certain result. You have your back against the wall and you need something to save you and all of your efforts although well spent- isnt enough. Its very easy to fantasize about how the miracle will come. What I've learned in the last 7 months is that miracles are about the desired affect happening- not the how. The how takes care of itself- the what is what youre grateful for- which miraculously shows up.

More soon!

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

A Little Compassion- an ODD Benefactor

Day 2: where’s my phone? And where’s the charger to the second one? And why doesn’t my Google talk work anymore? And whys Facebook acting up- :sign: I bet I find everything I need to make the phone without the Internet function. There was this huge bug in my tub this morning!!! I went into the bathroom and started to freak out- mentally- cause if I screamed I was afraid it would get out. Then I realized poor big/little thing couldn’t get out. I took an oil bath last night so the tub was slick. Btw, you should feel my skin. I’ve been using these new YSB products to exfoliate my skin, even out uneven skin tone, get rid of these stubborn scars I’ve had for over 5 years, remove stretch marks from my teen years from my rapid growth spurts, slow body hair growth, and they have these bars that do everything from increasing cervix and ovarian health- improve breast, health, size, tone and texture, and more!!! I was freaking out because while I was using the bar on my breast I found a lump- but I kept massaging and squeezing because I read that squeezing and massaging helps the cells in breast tissue re-regulate themselves. That’s another post. I'm sure to have it checked out once I change my primary health through this new insurance program, because I don’t like these NY doctors, by far the worst treatment I’ve received- especially in emergencies. Fortunately, my primary care doctor from Georgetown Hospital (the best) and her husband have transferred to NY and he and she are one of the heads of the NYU medical department at the university and doctors available by my insurance (both were heads at Georgetown too and her husband is a neurosurgeon). You know I'm going to keep it real with you guys, tangents and all- so I kept massaging this tissue lump- in hopes of regulation, and well- if they are going to flatten these babies under those metal plates to search for abnormalities, better for me to one prepare my B cup babies and two)- these bars with continued use are supposed to increase breast collagen (no saggy titties thank you). Where was I? Oh- That freaking- GIGANTIC BuG!!! Stuck in the tub this morning thanks to Joel Osteen Ministries bath last night. That’s what I’m going to start calling them. The baths where I sit for more than an hr listening to ministries on a device- FAR!! FAR! from the tub. I’m saying this now- if anything happens to me in a tub- it’s a setup!! Just saying since Whitney Houston and people are being massacred in tubs. Then again with all the products I use in one sitting- I got a fighting chance of getting someone in the eye- or pulling someone in- lol- there will be blood. So with the little bugger stuck in the stub as I watched for 5 minutes, I figured I could still use the toilet before I figure out what to do to him. As I sat watching the thing from the toilet I remembered that squishing bugs will leave a DNA scent mark that will attract more of their family- no I definitely didn’t want that. After a while as I sat from the toilet and watched this huge (you guys!! I’ve only seen bugs like that in movies- is this a NY thing?!), the little guy started to look cute. Cute, but still had to go. I figured I could catch him and release him. I save a lot of screw top glass jars so I’m sure he could have fit into one, I reasoned. I used the bathroom, washed my hands, and quickly put on a shirt, and some shoes. I found a jar and it didn’t quite work as I imagined. I was hoping for some Snow White / Cinderella, “ok little guy, into the jar” action. No - he started spazzing as soon as the jar came down and I didn’t want to fall into the tub and squish him, and Lord knows the shriek my neighbors would have heard this morning if that happened or if he climbed up my arm. Equipped with my cherry jar I grabbed some tissue and stepped into the tub. He's freaking out, and I’m praying he doesn’t get smart and climb up my leg. I’m quick I scoop him with the tissue- and I thought I killed him because I saw something rub off on the tissue which I lightly topped into the jar with him so he wouldn’t get out while I screwed the top on. He was ok. And I felt a little bad for the guy; because I was sure no one would want them in their home either. Which is interesting because they are the longest living species in the world- alive since the dinosaurs, and a part of the beetle family. Which technically make them related to lady bugs- which are a symbol of immortality, rebirth, blessed for love and luck. Yeah- yeah- yeah this thing has to go. I had imagined leaving it at the nearby school playground, but on second thought, they are doing renovations and the doors are wide open. BAD IDEA. So I walked 5 blocks because everything was residential, I found myself across the street from the local library standing in front of a garden with clean looking trash cans accessible to the sidewalk. It was the best that I could do- there was an apartment nearby- but look- this is NY, I tried. So I raised the little glass up to see if he was still moving, lifted up the trash lid, unscrewed the top and pushed the tissue off to the side and dropped everything in. That’s it. My random morning on ST. Patrick’s Day where I had a dream of not wanting to be a bartender because I didn’t want to poison the people and wanted to be among them or making health spritzers instead, while being a developing Supermodel. I was sitting at the back of an agency bus with the 16 year old models getting glimpses of the women they were going to develop into and being goaded by the agents that I wasn’t allowed to get a shot unless I developed them with me (Pretty much they weren’t developing me unless I played big sister). The nerve!!- NEXT..... Models

Sunday, March 15, 2015

About a Duck

Woke up after a dream where i was shown why i needed to lose my job - in the dream i was still employeed but my two favorite employees kept telling me that i was ready, that i had been prepared and cared for there and i my purpose needed me to leave there. the dream kept showing me that if i had stayed there trouble would come. they helped me prepare and made me select the clothes to keep and move forward with and which to throw- i saved two items that were wet and dirty in a tub- the dress i went on a first date with this finance guy last summer- i kept saying that my sister gave it to me- i guess i did buy it based off of her fashion sense - as well as a white button up shirt with lace frills. they both dressed me in white did my hair placed a garland of huge white flowers and kept rubbing me in scented oil. i woke up at 11;30 cut some cantaloupe - read some random article in my newsfeed, about how ducks are supposed to be fed frozen peas, grapes, and something else cut in half rather than junk food bread. i thought that was weird choice of article, then i remembered that a week before i lost my job when i was sent home early because business was slow, i went to the tattoo shop a block over where my dj friend works and sells my piercing jewelry and said i wanted to get the duck tattoo i had been thinking about for two weeks with the words faith written under it. Interesting side note was that there was a new tattoo artist who had just started that day and the only other artist was the piercer. i was that guys first tattoo on his first day at 10:30 pm and after showing him my idea images he said he wanted to draw his interpretation of the look i was going for. So here i am on a Sunday, wondering what am i going to do to get myself out of the mess im in and i just thought 'f- it'. i went into on room grabbed a fol up chair and placed it in the bathroom i brought my laptop and placed it on the chair far away from the tub- filled the tub up with water and said to myself im going to sit in this tub an listen to joel olsteen until im ready to get out. I spent 5 hours in the tub just washing and listening to the sermon. I watched as i washed how the plain water began to turn colors as i washed. i continued to listen to his sermons as they really got into my head- about Gods blessings, about loving people unconditionally, about speaking blessings into our lives, about not saying anything if we didnt have anything positive to say. By the third hr i was still soaping and listening and when i looked down at the water the water was clean and full of bubbles. i noticed all of my tattoos, or at least the ones i could visibly see on myself- which is ten (technically 9 and 1/4) of twelve. i looked up and saw my rubber ducky and threw him in the tub with the bubbles and kept listening. i was surprised that the water still felt warm after 4 hrs. the battery died and i was just reflecting on my lessions and still washing. looking up i saw all these products in the bathroom i barely use. what ever was good to go in the bath or be rubbed on i threw it in saying- im tossing these, using them up, or giving them away. i poured an entire bottle of oil in the tub sprayed two different body sprays and perfumes on myself and into the water- one was a knock off of a gucci fragrance that smelt good for $2 called love me- the other was a vs body spray my friend gave me with a lotion last year as a birthday present called aqua kiss. i had this one thermal lotion that turned your skin hot then cold. which is a terrible idea in a tub full of look warm water- even when i ran hot water on my skin the cold numbing affect from rubbing the entire jar on my body was magnified- this product- that- into the tub- the water smelt great. then it began changing colors (the oil) i grabbed a bar of soap washing again wondering if i could get the bubbles to come back. some did but the oil separated them, i drained the tub and rub coupious amount of the barely used Victoria's Secret Aqua Kiss lotion and spray, freaking out about how fresh the scent was and how i should have been wearing it to castings. i got out of the tub and thought just how different i managed to feel by such a simple act, how i didnt have to fix anything that whatever was to be fixed was being fixed. how grateful i am to have a home and the ability as of right now to give myself a queen style bath. how i didnt plan it but somehow i ended up in a tub because of a duck and was in a sense being anointed, and even better knowing that im due for another session tonight. I guess this post is more exposition than anything else, but its funny I think how God chose to reach me this day in fact i think its best to leave this post as it is so that whatever the people who read this neeed to get out of this get that. Be BLESSED

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

What's the difference??

We all have a tendency to criticize ourselves and others. It's just one of the ways we have learned to mentally process things that we will do and things that we won't. Think about it, for every action there is an opposite and you don't get anywhere by sitting on the fence. As such we have rationalized picking what we consider ideal and what we consider unworthy . Remember however my writers voice the next time you catch yourself in the act, that just because you deem something worthy or unworthy doesn't make it the truth- it makes it a choice. We all have choices,it's something we may often forget when we try to live to the standards of others rather than the standards we place for ourselves. I found myself irretrievably stuck until I read some positive inspirational words from another woman. As I was reading them, I thought to myself 'this is exactly how I speak to people when they face a setback'. So immediately my question to myself was, why wasn't I as positive and motivational when it came to myself?? A truth struck me like lightining. At some point I began to care about what others deemed right and worthy for me than what I did. In fact it had become so bad that it felt like I had let an entire counsel of people / not me / reside in my head and criticize what it was I was to do with my life. Never mind my desire for self betterment, love, and generosity- how did they figure my success. I found myself once again glued to the bed. Was this essentially the same as being possessed by demons? Idk, but it felt like it because all of my qualities and strengths no longer seemed like factors because in my head the trend of the people valued something else. And them I really thought hard. This woman speaking said she went through the same thing, that her entire life up to her mid twenties involved the care of the opinions of others and how it had made her negative and fearful. Negative and fearful/ that's exactly how I've been feeling since my arrival to NY. Often times when I'd travel back to DC, I'd feel like a weight had been lifted off of me. Then I realized, it wasn't NY, but my thought process as a result. Who did I have to please? How did I need to behave? It was only when I wasn't in work mode I'd get a clear idea and feedback on who I was. Confident, charismatic, kind, intelligent and beautiful. What was the difference? One minute I'd be thinking my life was on the line- the next this is a weekend and none of these people are going to make it for me. Fear- fear was the culprit. Which is right and which is wrong? How about the one that inspires joy, the one that pushes you to grow, the one where you can track your progress, the choice where you were connected to something higher than the group mentality Perhaps that's the key to breaking out of fear and living your life

Monday, February 23, 2015

Ok- I'm in trouble

This morning, was unlike any other. Or perhaps it was but I felt it most intensely because I longed for a resolution at it's very inception. I've been keeping to myself for the most part. A bit to much of the heavy side of life- but believe me I've given 110 to being cheerful. Which is why today was unlike the other days, but not quite. I had taken it upon myself to wake early to meet with an attorney and upon second thoughts determined any day but Monday for such matters. Again feeling the heavy side of life- I went for cheese. Question? As you read this- do you hear a British accent?? Cool- I figure it lightens the heavy . Hahahahaha I've been doing this thing where you define your projected outcomes. I wish I'd done it sooner or else I wouldn't need an attorney. And a large sum of money- please tell me that in this life I can rely on the goodness and godliness in people's hearts to lean towards charity just this once to save me. Seriously, I don't know how I got here- no worries - in such cases I highly recommend backtracking and a dictionary . Seriously So I will be doing a lot of that from preventing such a matter from happening again and kindly and formally informing friends and family that I need assistance in getting $10,000 in my gofund me by Saturday before a case on Monday or... I'm in trouble Look- I guarantee you- should I make it- you're going to really love me To us all that make mistakes - backtracking- humbling begging- and a dictionary

Love Hard

Its Monday evening and after a day of wrapping my head around my weeks responsibilities and one friend inviting themselves over and then not showing up all I can think is, LOVE HARD. Love hard because you never know who might need a little extra. Love hard because loving hard and giving your all - truly, selflessly, without expectations on the person you are loving has some transformational affects on you. Love hard because you never know if the moment you have with a person is your last. Believe me, there is one case, where I realized those words could never be more true. Let's keep this one short

Forlorn Adonis

Surging and pummeling Threatening to knock me of edge Breathing like fire, my skull splits Within it all the things imaginable Tangible gone A history of Eygpt, a past in Rome Euclides could not have pondered a more measurable journey Drawn out and sweet, and yet intrinsically short A sea born goddess like Aphrodite To love and loss , my Adonis please speak Embrace me with your mind Enrapture me with your soul Remind me of your beauty These lips enthralled Heaving in ecstasy Dripping in song Or perhaps a parable One does not know My ode to you is all that can chance A spirited wish a resolution to the past.

Mama will we get there?

Of the greatest things in life, I owe my mother. She may make me mad and annoy the hell out of me, but at some point I have to be grateful. I think it's easy to take for granted your parents, they are by far the most self sacrificing people you will encounter. Sometimes to a fault I may add. It doesn't matter what trouble you are going through. You will inevitably find, your pain is your parents pain. Sometimes I feel bad about that fact, most of my troubles are self made, and it seems almost unfair that someone else feels the need to shoulder the emotional baggage. Emotional baggage isn't fun for anybody btw.
Often I wish I could just get it all together and be perfect so that my mother would have more joys than sorrows. I've noticed that she lives vicariously through me, which can sometimes also be annoying- while nonetheless flattering. If I could I'd just snap my fingers and give her a mansion , frequent trips around the world, gold jewelry, and more of my expendable time- but it takes a little more than just snapping your fingers, and sometimes I wonder with all my troubles and all her pills will I ever make it in time to give her all that I know she deserves? I just wonder