So in all honesty I kind of lost my momentum with my blog.
I had so many things planned and then like everyone else me and my family have been affected by the current virus circulating the globe.
That means what little money I had coming my way was used for more important things that was needed for security, not boosting my blog.
I could still very well promote my blog by posting on it as well as posting on other social media platforms. I just don’t really feel like I have the time with everyone home and a busy 10 month old everything has fallen off course.
I have also lost my momentum in building a YouTube. I still really want to I’m just scared to and I don’t really know what I want to do as a “niche”. With everyone home I have more eyes on me and I’d feel more comfortable without those staring eyes.
I did start gardening though and I’m trying to have more of a bond with my husband since he’s home from work more.f
How about you guys? How’s life in captivity and confinement going for you?
On a more positive note, I know everyone will be stuck in their houses all over the world so I thought that it’d be a good idea to share some activities that may help while being stuck at home. The hope of this list is to combat depression, cabin fever, hysteria, and paranoia.
I am well aware that these feelings may occur regardless of the situation but it never hurts to get your mind off of the negative and apply your mind to more positive thinking. So with the help of some of my fellow bloggers I have come up with a list of things to do to help the isolation days pass by a little faster.
- Start your New Years Resolutions
- Exercise with your kids
- Play board games
- Watch movies
- Learn to garden
- Spring clean your house
- Try new recipes for your meals
- Start a personal blog
- Start a YouTube/ Blogging channel
- Practice drawing
- Take up a new hobby
- Organize your closet
- Try Yoga
- Small doses of social media
- Have an at home spa day
- Getting close to God during family bonding (for any religion/beliefs)
- Getting closer to yourself spiritually
- Catch up on household chores
- Call your loved ones
- 1 on 1 time with your spouse
- Reminisce on old photos
- Enjoy your porch/balcony and backyard more
- Reminisce on old times
For now that’s all that I can think of. If you have anymore ideas that could be added please comment down below. If any of these helped or didn’t help you let’s talk about it.
I had help coming up with ideas and inspiration from some bloggers in my little online family so please go visit their Blogs as well and show them some love.
Tell them Ricky sent you!
She was raised between the country and the city. She had the humbleness to sit and listen to cicadas at dusk and the rawness to fight in the streets.
She knew what it took to roll with the dogs and what it took to be a classy young lady
She cooked with all her soul and loved with all her being
She had a unique look about her, and knew she could have any man or woman in one look…mind and body
She had finesse at its finest quality
Hair so black it had a blue sheen
Eyes a mossy emerald green
Skin a tone of olive only found in lands over seas
She’s home grown…but exotic
She’s an enigma
She’s a Raven in disguise
As you get older the word “Home” changes meaning as your life changes seasons.
At the very beginning of your life your home is your mothers womb and heart beat
Then you’re born and your home becomes your mother as an individual. Her smell, look, and touch. It’s comforting for you and it feels like that is where you belong.
You get older and then home becomes more material . It becomes the house or town you grew up in. The sights and scenes that make up your world as an adolescent.
Then you become a young adult and home becomes your friends and wherever you’re at, at the time. Home becomes what you make of it.
You grow up and home becomes a house, a husband or wife, and kids. Your home becomes a place that now you make safe and comfortable for yourself and your family just like your parents did for you.
You get old and home may be your grandchildren, the house you made safe for your kids, or even a nursing home. But it it will never be what it used to be when you were little
Home will always be a different place, time and people that will come and go in your life. It will never be the same thing twice. The sense of home is much like someones life…It has a fleeting existence.
What, who, where is home for you?
He’s introverted and quiet yet as smart as a mathematician. He grew up on the fire escapes of the concrete jungle. Draws no attention to himself yet he’s scared of nothing but God himself.
He walks fast to the heartbeat of the city and watches others before they can watch him.
He makes no noise when he moves but in dire situations you’d know that he was there.
He shows wisdom even though he is young.
He stands tall and lean…metabolism on point.
Hair curled in spirals with the sides clean and faded.
Jawline so chiseled it could cut you if you weren’t careful. With a beard like his you know he’s only about business.
Bedroom eyes that bleed cocoa brown and drips Amber in the sun.
Skin so tan you’d think he was mixed but his fiery Hispanic culture pumps through his veins not the blood of a black boy
Loves harder then most And willing to risk it all for those worthy of his love
He is like 1970’s nostalgia born again. Bronx born through and through.
They call him many names true, macho, but he is really the second Steven