Covid-19 resume

I think I need to follow to Matthew's lead and update my resume. 


"I'm scared to go to work." (Business Insider)

On challenging myself

I like marking big milestones with things that scare me. 

When I turned 40 I signed up for ballet. Nothing like squeezing into a way-too-tight leotard and having to look at your reflection in full-length studio mirrors for 90 minutes straight. It’s either self-image making or breaking, depending on your state of mind – or how many glasses of wine you’ve consumed. Turns out I loved it so much I took classes for two years. My legs thanked me and I was humbled by what my 40-year-old self was able to accomplish: deep pliés, dizzying turns, putting metaphorical "ribs on a shelf" (it took me six months to really understand what my teacher meant and what that finally felt like!).

I'm heading into year 45 in a few weeks. I've been feeling the itch. My soul feels restless. Which means it's time, once again, to challenge myself. In keeping with the Do Something That Scares You tradition, I've decided to enroll in a creative writing course. Ten weeks of Fiction at Gotham Writers Workshop, starting on Monday. 

The thought of walking into a classroom after 17 years is both exhilarating and jarring. Even more terrifying is the prospect of baring my soul to a group of strangers (Grace Paley said writing fiction is such a personal, empathetic act). But I'm also looking forward to how I will bloom. This anticipation far outweighs my apprehension.

If it doesn't challenge you, it won't change you...


No one is impressed you're turning 45. (HuffPost)

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Monday motivation on the R train

While I am totally unmotivated this morning, I'm hoping watching these guys will change that.


Try these get-off-your-butt quotes to get the week going. (Everyday Power) 

On writer's block

I have so much to say and nothing great to write at the same time. Blame it on perfectionism or Pulitzer Syndrome or insecurity rearing its ugly self. So much to download as life has been quite eventful the past six weeks: 

• Landed in New York City - an (im)possible dream fulfilled!
• What moving a family of four to one of the busiest cities in the world looks like (hint: Have you ever driven a U-Haul into Lower Manhattan on a Saturday afternoon?)
• Discovering delicious eats (like pea toast)
• Race cars, the electric kind
• Minds blown and expectations exceeded by the great Pierre Cardin at the Brooklyn Museum
• Figuring out What's Next
• Love for Willa Cather and Virginia Woolf rekindled 
• My mid-life awakening

Well, at least I got the outline started. Now that I've thrown the bullet points out there, there's no excuse. Gleaning wisdom from one of my writing heroes, Malcolm Gladwell:

"I deal with writer's block by lowering my expectations. I think the trouble starts when you sit down to write and imagine that you will achieve something magical and magnificent - and when you don't, panic sets in. The solution is never to sit down and imagine that you will achieve something magical and magnificent. I write a little bit, almost every day, and if it results in two or three or (on a good day) four good paragraphs, I consider myself a lucky man. Never try to be the hare. All hail the tortoise."

This week's challenge: Channel my inner tortoise.

Drawing Hands by MC Escher

Dreamtopia: the best things that happened

I spent a magical two days at Cathy Heller's LA workshop, Dreamtopia 2019. Cathy and her friends didn't disappoint. I knew it would be inspired but I didn't expect an experience so affirming and life-changing. 

Something in me has been shifting as of late. Call it a light switch being flipped in the "on" position. Whatever it is, I think it's the beginning of an enlightened Second Act. 

I'd love to share my Dreamtopia experience with you. Here are the Ten Gifts I took home with me:

Finding kindred spirits - You know when you've found your tribe? Your fellow creative souls? Your sisters and brothers who just get you? They flew in from all over the world (the UK, Australia, Thailand); many braved the 101 and trekked from the Valley to Sunset Boulevard (gasp!); and one guy even drove all the way out to Los Angeles from Georgia. For two days, I felt the love and positive vibes radiating from these 200 perfect strangers (who, by the end of the conference felt like true community).

Don't give up. You're on the right path! - My partner and I have been chasing our own crazy big dreams for the past six years. There have been countless ups and downs. Heartbreaks and breakdowns. Breakthroughs and f*ck ups. Coming so close only to be so very far away the next day. The emotional strain of it all has been so great there were moments where our sanity (and marriage!) felt like it was on the verge of oblivion. But hearing the stories shared at Dreamtopia (animator Saul Blinkoff's incredible journey in fulfilling his childhood dream resonated so deeply with me) confirmed that we are never alone. "Don't give up! You are MILLIMETERS away from seeing your dreams become reality!"

Cathy Heller - She's the girlfriend who kicks your ass in the best possible way. There's a reason Cathy's podcast, Don't Keep Your Day Job, is at the top of the charts and boasts over 5 million downloads. It's because experiencing life with her is like taking big gulps from a fire hose. She is an inspirational POWERHOUSE and helps you plug in to the best version of you. I needed a serious nap after spending two days with her. Wow! (And someone please get this woman her own standup special. She's freaking hilarious!) 

     
Transformation - The first day was Fire. Synapses exploding in the brain. So many ideas. So many connections. Scribbling notes like mad (It's time to expand my audience! I need to seek partnerships! I want to finally write my book(s)! What about my podcast? Need to get going on that, too! And the event! The magazine! The creative collaborations! Let's build community! Aahhh!) The second day was Earth. It was the "Oh sh*t! Where do I go from here?" sobering reality that comes after your feet have landed on the ground.  

The sound bath - Have you ever heard of a sound bath? Me either. I knew nothing about it until I started doing homework before the conference. I found out that sound bath meditation is a calming yet powerful auditory experience for the mind and body via instruments like tuning forks, gongs and Himalayan singing bowls. Honestly it all sounded a bit mawkishly sentimental for me (raise your hand if you're naturally a skeptic like me). At the conference, our sound bath was led by scientist and sound alchemist Shanila Sattar. I'm telling you, I experienced something supernatural. I promise to tell you more in a later post, when I interview Shanila about my experience!

The maze is the key - Illustrator and Creative Pep Talk host Andy J. Pizza (how can you not love a guy with a name like "pizza") shared a powerful story about "the maze." After scoring big with The Indie Rock Coloring Book - an adult coloring book inspired by his final year at art school - Andy felt like he had bypassed the maze. Meaning, he had figured out the code, found the key, slayed the dragon and skipped to the "You Won!" part of the proverbial video game without going through all the levels. Early on in his career, Nickelodeon came knocking on Andy's door, wanting to collaborate. Ecstatic, he sent his sketches. They responded. "This is great for a first pass," they wrote. "Could you send us your finals?" Those were his finals. He didn't get the job. He felt like a failure. Andy had skipped the maze and the world found out. 

After some soul searching (and many nights spent face down on his living room floor - flattened like a piece of cold pizza), Andy picked himself up and found his mojo. He made his own maze: a 100-day challenge to create a new illustrated character every day. Some were awesome! Some, he said, were awful. But he did the work. Every single day. And you know what? Nickelodeon called again. And this time he was ready. "The maze is the key," Andy told us at the conference. "The journey is the point. You can't skip to the end of the game. Well, you can but you will only be cheating yourself."             
H.U.S.T.L.E. - I love fitness guru Jennifer Cohen's Keanu Reeves story. I had listened to it on Cathy's podcast, but to hear it from Jen herself at the conference was amazing. The story: It was 1995. Jen had heard the superstar was in town. Six months earlier, Keanu had rocketed to fame thanks to Speed and was now positioning himself as a "serious actor" - tackling Hamlet in Winnipeg, Canada of all places. Jen had her own dreams of becoming a veejay at Much Music, the Canadian version of MTV. So she hatched the perfect plan: interview Keanu and submit it to Much Music as her audition tape. Cut to opening night at the Manitoba Theatre with Jen waiting outside after the show. She fights her way through the crowd of hundreds and manages to reach Keanu. He thinks she wants an autograph, like everyone else there. "I don't want an autograph!" she yells to him over the mayhem. He seems confused as she explains her request. OK, give me your number and I'll call you, he tells her. She's dubious. "You're not going to call me!" Jen says as she hands him a gum wrapper with her phone number written on it. I will, Keanu tells her. And he does. Two days later Keanu F*cking Reeves is in Jen's living room. She videotapes the interview. Her mother makes them a snack between takes. In the end, Jen didn't get the gig (she was runner up!), but she learned a very important lesson: Find your killer instinct. Be relentless. Don't give up. "Why did you call her back?" Jen's mother asked Keanu that day. "Because there was a fire in her eyes," he replied. 

Naked on stage - I wasn't literally naked on stage in front of 200 people. But I came pretty close, thanks to Amber Rae. The Brooklyn-based artist and author of best-selling book Choose Wonder Over Worry talked to us about the concept of thoughts and feelings. How we are vessels for our thoughts and feelings but we are NOT our thoughts and feelings. "The Ancient Greeks believed our emotions are like visitors," she explained. "So what message does it have for you?"  

Our thoughts, feelings and emotions are like archetypes of ourselves. Amber asked us to join her in an exercise. "I want you to name your archetype, name this character," she said. "The one putting excuses in your head." Who do you think you are? It's too hard. It's impractical. It might never happen. But everyone is doing it already. Amber's archetype was called Grace. She was uptight and wore glasses and had a posh British accent. We all feverishly jotted notes in our journals. Giving voice and shape to our own "devil on your shoulder" characters. I named mine Nancy (maybe subconsciously I was doing some word association and "Negative Nancy" came to mind?). Nancy didn't look like anyone in particular. Rather, she was my shadow. Always with me. Always following me. She's quiet. Kind of an introvert. Very Type A. Always planning and plotting. Worrying. Driven by fear. But deep down, she wants the best for me. Amber called on three of us to share our archetypes. I just KNEW I had to go up there. I didn't want to expose myself, to be so vulnerable. I didn't want to do it, but the next thing I know I'm raising my hand and Amber is looking straight into my eyes. "Here we go!" I said under my breath as I got up from my folding seat and headed down the aisle toward the stage. I'm holding the microphone in my hand, looking out into a sea of faces and my heart is beating like a hummingbird's. Somehow I muster up the courage and introduce everyone to Nancy:

There was silence and a lot of nodding in the audience. Quiet affirmations and positive, loving vibes. "What would you say in response to Nancy?" Amber asked me. I paused for a moment. Then said, "I would tell her, 'I see you. And I thank you. For reminding me who I am and that I don't want to feel like this anymore. I thank you, but I need you to take a back seat now.'" It seems counterintuitive, but I became empowered in my vulnerability. Nancy forced me to come clean, to lay bare my brokenness and insecurities. And in that, I found my freedom. 

Funny is so much better than almost everything else - I thoroughly enjoyed the banter between comedian Wayne Federman (he's that guy you don't know but has been in like EVERY movie and tv show ever) and the hosts of the Self-Helpless podcast (Delanie Fischer, Kelsey Cook and Taylor Tomlinson). They shared how they hone their craft (write every day!), what makes a person successful (learn how to deal with rejection), and how painful moments can be used as a future anecdote that you will share when you are a super successful mogul. 

This gal - Consider yourself lucky if in your entire life, you can count your true friends on one hand. Those are the friends you need to cherish. This woman is the reason I even showed up to Dreamtopia in the first place. It's been a long, arduous road and I was feeling stuck, confused and lost. She knew exactly what I needed. Thank you, Ann.

Dear friends, my wish for you is all these things and more. You were made to create something. We are all makers at heart. You'll never be ready to do it - so you might as well get started now! And most of all: Believe in yourself. Because YOU ARE ENOUGH.

XOXO.  


Stop Writing Alone host and fellow Dreamtopian Nicole Rivera shares her top takeaways from the conference. Yours truly sounds off at 46:00. (Stop Writing Alone)

Dreamtopia

Was that a dream? 🌴 

Thankfully, my trip to LA to attend Cathy Heller's Dreamtopia conference was not a dream.

More posts and a full recap to come. Caught some nasty germs on the flight back home. I've been sick for the past four days and finally starting to feel semi-human today.

Stay tuned...


Always believe.

Tuesday selfie

I'm headed to LA tomorrow to attend a conference with fellow big dreamers - entrepreneurs, designers, artists, writers, podcasters and small business owners, among others. For two days we'll be workshopping, networking and pitching our ideas - all with the goal of quitting our day jobs to pursue our passions full time.

The event is also an opportunity to put an outfit together (obviously!) and I'm happy to report that this whole ensemble cost less than a hundred and fifteen bucks.    

The outfit: Who What Wear 3/4-sleeve striped blouse and matching midi skirt from Target; Calvin Klein white pointy toe pumps from Nordstrom Rack (similar ones here).    

The occasion: Dreamtopia Workshop hosted by Don't Keep Your Day Job podcaster Cathy Heller and her friends. (My dear friend encouraged me to go with her and I said yes. Sometimes you need a good pal to give you a swift kick in the butt.) 

Why I like this look: It's bold, eye-catching and best of all, I feel really good in it. The blouse's fluttery 3/4-sleeves and high neckline are flattering. I'm also feeling the concept of the midi skirt - feminine and conservative yet not stuffy. When I tried this outfit on in the dressing room I was envisioning white pumps as the perfect contrast to the bold stripes. I got lucky and found a beautiful and comfortable pair, heavily discounted. To finish the look I'll wear a piece of statement jewelry, like this necklace but in pink.
    

A Monday, Wednesday and Friday selfie. :)

Monday motivation

The hardest part is getting started... 

Today I didn't feel like doing much of anything. It's cold and gray outside, I haven't got any new ideas swirling around in my head, I don't feel motivated to write, I have nothing in me to offer the world. Get over it, Jenn, my brain said to me. What was it that ancient Chinese philosopher said? The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step...

So I took a deep breath, sat my butt in my chair, looked that blank white screen in the face and started typing. 


Motivation hacks from the best of the best. (Entrepreneur)

Introducing... my magazine

Dear Friends, I'm excited to introduce the inaugural issue of the storyteller!

If you've been following my journey for the past half decade then you know how much I've wanted to return to New York to pursue my writing career. (We all know the saying: You can take the girl out of New York but you can't take New York out of the girl...)

So here I am - 28 years after my very first visit, 16 years after returning for the first time and 5 years since making an extended pit stop in Cleveland - back to living, pursuing and striving in the city of my dreams.

In preparation for my homecoming, I began compiling works for my portfolio. "I don't want to do what's expected; so let's go with something fun, something different..." The result: a magazine featuring my love of a good story and a collection of some of my favorite works. 

Job hunting be blessed!


Read the full issue of the storyteller, here.

Since time immemorial (re: sexual harassment)

My heart has been heavy. I just can't get the stories out of my mind. I put myself in her shoes. I imagine the terror and powerlessness. And I'm disgusted, appalled but sadly not surprised.  

"He summoned her up to his suite at the Peninsula Beverly Hills hotel for a work meeting that began uneventfully. It ended with Mr. Weinstein placing his hands on her and suggesting they head to the bedroom for massages."

"When she arrived, he was nude in the bathtub. He told her that she would give a much better audition if she were comfortable 'getting naked in front of him,' too, because the character she might play would have a topless scene."

"He boasted about the famous actresses he had supposedly slept with - a common element of his come-on, according to several other women who had encounters with Mr. Weinstein."

"'He forced me to perform oral sex on him.' As she objected, Weinstein took his penis out of his pants and pulled her head down onto it. 'I said, over and over, 'I don't want to do this, stop, don't,' she recalled. 'I tried to get away, but maybe I did't try hard enough... In the end, she said, 'he's a big guy. He overpowered me.'"

"She reluctantly agreed to give Weinstein a massage, he pulled her skirt up, forced her legs apart, and performed oral sex on her as she repeatedly told him to stop. Weinstein 'terrified me, and he was so big,' she said... 'I said, 'No, no, no.' It's twisted. A big fat man wanting to eat you. It's a scary fairy tale.'"

It IS like a scary, twisted fairy tale. And in this nightmare Weinstein is the Big Bad Wolf. 

After reading these horrifying allegations, my immediate thought was, "Thank God these things didn't happen to me." But as the stories sank in this week, I kept going back to my own experiences. Back to those times I felt threatened or uncomfortable by a man.

The driving lesson
I had just turned 15 1/2 and was so excited to finally get my learner's permit. I practiced driving in my parents' Volvo every chance I got. One afternoon, the neighbor across the street, John (he liked to be called by his nickname, "Hutch"), offered to teach me how to drive stick shift. I remember sitting in the driver's seat of his VW Beetle and he pointed to the stick and said, "Handle it like you would a man - real gentle." He grinned as he caressed the stick. It was creepy as hell. I was only 15 but I knew what he was getting at. I acted like I didn't get his "joke" but was frightened and wanted to get out of that car as soon as humanly possible. 

The wet dream
It was the summer of 1996. I was an intern at Walt Disney Feature Animation. I was 21 and living in LA for the first time. I made many friends that summer including a Disney employee named Gabe. He was warm and had a great sense of humor. A very charismatic fellow in his late 20s. He would host "Five O'Clock Funnies" in his office and we would talk and laugh about the stupidest stuff. I never felt anything sexual between us. It was purely platonic. I was very comfortable around him until the last week of my internship, when he told me that I had appeared in his dream, dancing on his lap. He started mimicking the so-called dance, sitting in his seat and gyrating his hips suggestively. Ugh. That ruined our friendship real fast. I was like, "Really? Can't you keep those f*cking thoughts to yourself?"

The dick pic
At my first job out of college, also at Walt Disney Feature Animation, one of my co-workers, Jason, pulled up on his computer screen a photo of a parrot perched on an erect penis. I walked by his cubicle and he said to me, "I bet you've never even seen one of these before!" Looking back I would have said something like, "Yeah, I've never seen that species of bird," but I was too mortified to think of a clever comeback. It was the first time a guy showed me a dick pic and this was before that was even a thing.

Gross, right?

And this kind of disgusting behavior happens in a woman's world ALL THE TIME. Which is why people, men in particular, shouldn't be so shocked by reports like this. What happened between the brave women who have come forward about their interactions with Harvey Weinstein has been going on, as Emma Thompson says, "since time immemorial."



Thompson addresses what she calls a "crisis of masculinity" and how society normalizes this kind of predatory behavior, particularly now, as it's represented by the most powerful man in the world. 

So how do we course correct? How, as a society, as humankind, do we address and prevent these kinds of horrific experiences? Good and decent people know that women are much more than their bodies. We are not objects. We are not playthings. We are not a hole where you can stick your unfulfilled sexual desires.

I'm on board with Thompson's idea: the more women who can get to the top, to achieve positions of power and influence, the better we can "balance things out." In Hollywood, in the White House, on Wall Street, everywhere. 
   

That time Joan was powerless. (Mad Men)
"The first time I was sexually harassed was in a pizza place." (Cup of Jo)

Reach for the stars

NASA's announced its most diverse class of astronauts ever. This is AWESOME. Diversity makes us better. 💯


Diversity also makes us smarter. (Scientific American)

Radio silence (forgive me, Dear Reader)

Oh my, Dear Reader!

How did two months just whiz by without my notice? Well, I suppose this happens when you jump start your career and re-enter the work force full time.

Forgive me for the lack of fun and interesting stories. Sometimes life pulls you in another direction for a season. But know that I miss you and I will make an effort to post a good yarn every now and then, because I want to keep in touch.

love, -j. 

New beginnings

You know that saying about one door closing and another one opening? 

Well, it's the happy circumstance I currently find myself in. I recently accepted an amazing opportunity with a strategy and design firm here in Cleveland called shark&minnow, where I am doing all things content related: branded storytelling, content creation and curation.

This new gig means I won't be posting on love,-j. as frequently. But do stop by every so often. 

As always, thanks for reading!

love, -j.    


On networking and outfits.

Quote for Monday

Image via 12 Kinds of Kindness.

Quote for Monday

Image via Pinterest.

Quote for Tuesday

Monday reads

Nine things from around the Web to brighten and enlighten your Monday.

love, -j.

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Cuba on the edge of change. (NYT)

It's officially spring, but it's still cold. What to do? 
(Man Repeller)

If toddlers had Facebook.

Instagram husbands.

Tater tots, make way for broccoli tots.

Making a case for the neighborhood video store. (Flavorwire)

5 things you didn't know about SJP. (Vogue)

Is it OK to cry at work? (The Atlantic)

Why are we afraid to talk about abortion? (Elle)


Photo via The New York Times.
If toddlers had Facebook link via Cup of Jo.

Sex and the single girl (#TheONLYSecretToSuccess)

The ONLY Secret to Success
By Erika Abdelatif for love, -j.

Look. I know it’s February. 

I’ve seen the candy hearts. I’ve been harassed by 1-800-FLOWERS commercials. I’ve read all of the click-bait articles promising the secrets to a powerhouse relationship. (Trust me. I’m not kidding when I say all of them.) I fully plan to sneak tiny bottles of Chardonnay into a screening of How to Be Single, even if I have to go alone. Valentine’s Day is my porn, and I’m reveling in all of it.

But I won’t succumb to writing an article about singleness. No. Not this year. I won’t do it.

Instead, I want to talk about success. Because, even when climate change kills off all the people and relationships are a thing of the past, you’ll still have dreams. You’ll still be wondering how to achieve them.

You’ll still be wondering if you’re good enough. You’re still be wondering if you can create anything worthwhile. You’ll still be wondering if it’s time to throw in the towel. And, if the climate change scenario becomes reality, you’ll have to be your own cheerleader.

So, remember this: Nobody knows what they f*** they’re doing. No one.

I don’t know if any single thought is quite so terrifying and empowering.

Pretty regularly, when I sit down to scrape through conquer a new project, I waste a lot of time trash talking myself. My internal dialogue sounds something like this:

Why bother? No one is going to care!

I can’t do this. I don’t know how. Everyone will know I’m full of sh*t.

I should probably read ten billion articles and get a Masters degree in this subject first.

Wow, pizza sounds good right now. This project is fleeting, but pizza is eternal. I should make some.

(Who am I kidding? I’ve never made a pizza! It’s Domino’s delivery EVERY. TIME.)

I know I’m not alone in this. I recently workshopped a friend’s article. When I finished, she looked flush and discouraged. I wasn’t trying to discourage her. I was trying to pitch notes to strengthen it. But, when I asked what was wrong, she responded: I just don’t know how to do that.

Well, no kidding! If any of us knew how to do a thing right the first time, we’d have already done it. We’re all learning. Unfortunately, part of learning is the sticky, scary experience of trying.

You have to try something before you know how to do something. I’m sorry to say, there are no shortcuts. It’s all just trying, and digging, and sweating.

But that’s actually good news, even if it’s scary. It’s good news because it means you really can do anything. You just have to start.

What are you waiting for? Domino’s will come to you while you’re hard at work.

Illustration via Cliparts.

CWRU School of Law, 10:56am

Juliet Kostritsky comes alive in the classroom. 

No wonder students at Case Western Reserve University's School of Law voted her Favorite Professor six different times and bestowed upon her the Teacher of the Year Award in 2015. And the admiration is mutual. 

"They inspire me with their passion," Kostritsky says of her students. "They are amazing both by their desire to learn something new and by their kindness to others."

Perhaps what makes Kostritsky's teaching style so dynamic is her willingness to be surprised, even after 32 years in the classroom. Because law is about so much more than learning rules, she says. "How can we know what rule is best until we know how people will respond to those rules?" she asks. "In deciding what the law is, you have to have an understanding of human behavior. It is that fundamental."   

Who: Juliet Kostritsky 
What: First-year course on contract law
Where: Case Western Reserve University School of Law
What makes a teacher "good?": "This question is a provocative one. There is no one way to be a good teacher but the best ones I've had [when I was a student] had a passion for the subject. I remember a poetry teacher who was a quiet speaker but his passion for Yeats, Synge and James Joyce was so palpable. 

The best teachers care deeply about the students and want them to learn the subject but also be inspired by it. The best teachers do not lecture. They welcome and carry on an interactive dialogue with their students. I love it when students come up with answers that I have not even thought about. That is wonderful and it makes me smile." 

This is Cleveland.

Ladies, now let's get in formation

Queen Bey is slaying the Internet with her newest single, "Formation."

The video, released the day before the Super Bowl, with zero promotion and without fanfare (in signature Beyonce style), is a visual anthem referencing everything from Hurricane Katrina and the Black Lives Matter movement to Beyonce's roots and the black South to high fashion and becoming "the next Bill Gates."

I've watched the video about a dozen times (completely obsessed) and I keep coming back to the same ideas: freedom, resistance, empowerment, feminism, heritage, identity and general badassery. The fashion (Gucci! Fendi! Chanel!), the little boy defiantly dancing before the riot police (moving), the nod to the trans and queer community (visually and vocally, "I did not come to play with you hoes, I came to slay, bitch!").

Fierce, ambitious, unapologetic.

And the poetry is so on-point: 

I came to slay
I see it, I want it...
I dream it, I work hard
I'll grind 'til I own it...
Sometimes I go off, 
I go hard
Get what's mine, take what's mine
I'm a star
Cause I slay...
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper. 


Young, gifted and black. (The Cut)
Beyonce and Bruno Mars at the Super Bowl.