There has been so much on my mind that I’m having a hard time articulating. I’m having the worst case of writers block like ever. I know what I want to say but when it’s time for me to write it out I just get stumped and get to a point where I’m lost for words. I’ve been here many times before but this time I feel defeated. I feel that my writers block has gotten the best of me. I feel like my pen is running out of ink. It’s like what else can I say in regards to black people and why black People are so great in every aspect? Why do I still have to stress black lives matter? Why are so many women being mistreated and no one is saying about it? What new trend is even a new trend anymore? I’m at a lost and I feel like my pen is running out of ink.There’s hope though. There’s hope in those frantic scribbles that you do when your pen is dying out on you. You know that there is something left and you keep scribbling until finally something comes out. There’s ink! I’m scribbling and scribbling in hopes that something comes out. Something worth reading, something worth discussing. I’m at a point of beast mode. A can’t stop won’t stop type of thing. I just can’t stop now and that’s in regards to everything. Not just Designer Beanz but life. I wake up near tears some days (today being one of those days) because…i don’t know. But there’s that little teaspoon of hope in me that’s like DAMMIT DARRIUS! Go be great! That little bit of hope is all I have left I feel. It’s the only thing keeping me here and I’m so thankful for that little bit of hope.
So it looks like my pen still has ink and it looks like hope won again. I say all this to say, be great Beany Babies. Just be fucking great! It’s hard sometimes. The current state of this country is hard to take in sometimes , our lives get out of order but go be fucking great. Keep scribbling those pens and keep breaking the barriers that were set up for your demise. Go. Be. Great.