A Day In The Life Of A Banned Book Connoisseur

As someone who prides herself on doing all things in line with the requirements to be a card carrying awkward black girl, I can say that my days are probably a little different than most. I follow a fairly strict routine, Monday through Thursday, with a little wiggle room on Friday, as to begin to lay the primer for the weekend wherein I tend to engage in a combination of activities and events that align with my professional goals, and, well, a series of bald-headed hoe shit. Yep, I’m awkward as f**k, I’m bad, and I’m bougie, because balance is important children. Also, shout out to the Migos and rest in power to sir Takeoff.

My days are certainly depicting of all of these conflicting, yet weirdly complementing aspects of my personality. I wake up to prayer and meditation (because I understand how insignificant ANDE how special I am), setting my intentions for the day. I then (try) to make it to a 6am yoga power flow, because what better way to wake up than an advanced yoga class that 99% of the world wouldn’t take on during regular business hours, let alone at the ungodly time of day that me and about 7 other people in the greater Dallas-Fort Worth area subject ourselves to. Then, I head home, clothes wet because that studio is a smooth 95 degrees on its coolest day, diving into the headlines via my favorites, NPR, Democracy Now and Vice, trying to get a grasp on…