Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Music Collective: vol. 57 {Life in Sounds III}


A short + sweet play list of the songs that I've been vibing + listening to lately, some new, some old:

s o n g s:

  • Shot Down - Khalid
  • Losin' Control - Russ
  • Rockets - Lion Babe ft. Moe Moks
  • Sirens - Sonder
  • High - Little Dragon
  • Insecurites - Syd (Robert Glasper)
  • Still Got Time - Zayn ft. PND
  • Electric - Alina Baraz ft. Khalid

a l b u m s  +  EP's:

  • More Life - Drake
  • The Drum Chord Theory - Matt Martians
  • Steve Lacy's Demo EP - Steve Lacy
  • Her Too EP - SiR
  • At What Cost - GoldLink
+ Listen to the Life in Sounds Playlist (pt. I-III) on Apple Music +


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Friday, March 24, 2017

"We Should All Be Feminist."


First of all, can we all have a round of applause for RiRi? Having recently been awarded the 2017 Humanitarian of the Year by Harvard Foundation, Rihanna has really been out here being a complete bada$$ in true form, silently building, and consistently winning in varying avenues. This post isn't about her or anyone else for that matter, but more about how fashion can be used to speak to and shift the culture forward. 
I love the message imprinted on Christian Dior x Rihanna we should all be feminist shirts. Lately, these shirts have been everywhere and although they cost way outside of my tax bracket ($710), I do know that a percentage of the proceeds are being donated to the Clara Lionel Foundation, which advocates for education, health, and justice within poverty stricken communities around the world. If I were able to support, I absolutely would. 
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For a long time, I was hesitant to refer to myself as a feminist. I never really liked the word, simply because of the weight it carried and the expectations that came attached, which is all a matter of perception anyway. I was afraid to place myself in that box, afraid of the responsibilities and expectations that came attached to it. Now that I better understand the range of what it means to be a feminist, I don't mind the title and I wear it with pride. 

We should all be feminist is a statement that challenges the idea that you have to be a woman to be feminist. I find that to be interesting, especially with all the controversy surrounding transgender reform and LGBT rights. I won't dive too deep into the political side of that, but we are now living in a time where the agenda is to sort of influence people to live beyond labels. When I wrote that piece on the BLM movement last summer, I mentioned something along the lines of not having to be something to stand up for what is right, because I don't necessarily think you have to black or of the African diaspora to support that movement; I feel the same way towards feminism. 

Women's empowerment is so important, because when I think of the ways in which women exist in the world, and how understated and underpaid we still are in 2017 in comparison to men, I know that women are the key to the future. Not only are we responsible for bringing life into the world, therefore future generations cannot exist without the vessel of a woman, we have always played a key role in the development and infrastructure of society. None of this is to say that we don't need men or that we are better off without them, but that our placement is equal and goes beyond the expectations constantly thrown at us. 

Women in sports, for instance, are one of the many industries where women are not as financially set as men are. Anytime I can clearly see a woman in the WNBA play with just as much-if not, more-heart as a man in the NBA and know they live under a totally different and imbalanced tax bracket, it irritates my soul. According to sources, players in the WNBA make, on average, somewhere between $37,000-$72,000 per year; meanwhile, the NBA is paying those boys quadruple that (no exaggeration) their rookie year as just the minimum salary. In essence, they're both doing the exact same thing. It's mind boggling if you take the time to do basic research and something I really can't begin to understand. The point is: Female athletes deserve a pay increase...indefinitely. 

Needless to say, I'm inspired by the uproar of individuals who call themselves feminist and I'm proud to be a voice in that movement. There are extremes to everything, but anyone who makes genuine efforts to uplift others shouldn't be silenced. It doesn't matter how one identifies self, as long as their hearts are in the right place. 

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Saturday, March 18, 2017

Currently.

New format, inspired by Ms. Yetti at Yetti Says


Time: 02:58 AM
Feeling: ready
Eating / Drinking: n/a
Listening to: my 'I like you.' play list in heavy rotation at the moment, which is complete with dope major crush type songs from the 90's/early 00's
Missing: something. What, you may ask? Still trying to figure that part out.
Wishing: I could make time stand still sometimes *no pun intended.*
Should Be Doing: sleeping
Reading: Hustle: The Power to Charge Your Life with Money, Meaning, and Momentum by: Neil Patel // Patrick Vlaskovits // Jonas Koffler
Thinking: that it may be time to retire The Sweetheart Chronicles. Still debating... {just the title, not the blog itself}
Talking to: myself...God...or a combination of both
Current mantra:  "Never trade excellence for excuses." -me
Plotting: on the low...
Anticipating: that era in time where I'm close enough to someone to know and fully comprehend what genuine, honest, romantic love feels like from another human being; I think I've forgotten what that means/feels/looks like somehow, if I've ever known it at all. pragma, agape.

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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

12 Things to Do This Month | March 2017

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It's already mid month already, and I haven't really thought long enough to be able to sketch out what I want to accomplish this month. Plus, there are still things I'm working on from last month's list. The point was to keep small bite sized goals at the forefront and work at those bigger goals one step at a time.
  1. Pick back up on two-a-day workouts. This past week, I slipped into the trap of making excuses for not working out, due to being out of town most of the week, but that's just what they were: excuses. 
  2. Take another social media hiatus; perhaps, just a week this time around. 
  3. Participate in my first podcast. Although I'm a little anxious/nervous about it, it was such an honor to be asked to work with Unscripted Podcast, so be on the lookout for that! Until then, feel free to listen to the podcast via itunes
  4. Call mi abuela more often.
  5. Work on consistency in all areas of my life. 
  6. Create an editorial calendar, as well as increase weekly production for #TheSkyBoxSuite, which-in the case that you didn't/care to know-is a sports, music & style blog that I've just made official by purchasing a domain. In case it's hard to tell, I'm super excited about that! lol. 
  7. Book a photo-shoot to re-introduce myself to my blog/brand.
  8. Work on articles to pitch to other publications. 
  9. Register for classes for next semester and finish up paper work for financial aid. 
  10. Engage more. Although I'm an avid social media {@ChymereA on IG & Twitter} user, I'd like to do a better job at sharing/complimenting other people's work. Not only is it important to do this as a way to network with other bloggers + creatives, but it's always nice when someone takes the time to connect and reach out to someone about the work they've done. As creatives, we don't always get enough credit. 
  11. New ink? Possibly...maybe...hopefully.
  12. Pick up a few books to read and complete before the end of April. There are a few reads that have been on my radar, just haven't had time to dive into. 
p.s.-I need that coffee mug in my life!

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03.15 | My Greatest Fear

Death is such a touchy subject for me and a tsunami of emotion takes over me any time it crosses my mind. It's the inevitable, yet my greatest fear. It even scares me a little that I feel somewhat lead to write about it today...for no particular reason in the present moment. My thoughts tend to wander to such dark places and I'm trying so hard not to question why it's necessary to write out the thoughts that are flow out right now.

In my lifetime, I've witnessed death quite a bit to loved ones young and old...some unexpected, the others not so much. The first one I recall was a childhood friend, someone I was so completely enamored by, someone whose presence had a positive impact on every person he encountered. I wanted to marry him. That one caught me completely off guard; we were only freshmen in college when I received that dreaded phone call. That weekend, I had a swim meet I didn't go to. I didn't eat. I couldn't stop crying long enough to sleep. 

A few months later, it was my grandmother, and although she'd been sick, she was determined to fight breast cancer. I loved her terribly and I just added the grievance to the one I was still dealing with. 

The following year, my grandfather's soul sailed away into the heavens. As prepared as I thought I was, it still hit me just the same way, like a ton of bullets blasting into my chest. The description sounds dramatic, but heartbreak like that is one of the most painful and traumatizing things I've ever had to face and I just know that no matter how often it happens, it'll happen again. It's the inevitable, yet my greatest fear.

Over the next few years, it happened like clockwork and perhaps the lesson was that it was never about me, but for all practical purposes, I felt like it kept happening to me. In 2011, a young lady, who I considered to be a little sister, committed suicide. Just last year, I lost my aunt and an uncle, my dad lost 2 siblings...both events tragic and unexpected. Even when it hadn't happened, all I did was imagine death scenarios like some kind of mentally ill weirdo, wondering who would be next. To this day, I have nightmares where I wake up in sweat and eyes full of tears. Every time this occurs, I live my day with a cloud of fear haloing my head. .

In retrospect, I never did the best job at telling those individuals just how much they meant to me. It's hard for me to understand why I still don't express to people as much as I should how much I love them, how badly my entire being would be affected if they were no longer with me. In my mind, life is largely based on relationships and sometimes it's hard for me to allow people to get close to me, because everything in this life is temporary and death-in any sense of the word-is way too painful to take on too many different energies at once.

However, I'm fueled by fear, because it moves me to live life on purpose, to cherish each day, person, experience as they come. It makes me cognizant of the fact that it could all be gone in an instant, so being lead by fear isn't so bad when it forces me to have a heart of gratitude and to see the beauty everywhere. With every breath-knowing this one could be my last-I am thankful and lucky to be alive, to be blessed enough to have so many people love, care about, pray for, and support me through everything. Possibly, allowing fear to lead me may be a good thing and if it's not, I can only hope to see the light before it's too late...

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