For the past week, I've been trying to meet my personal blog quota for March. It's been tough y'all. I've spent countless days, chin in hand, overthinking my next topic. Blank-faced with my fingers on the home row, I could not find a topic to tickle my creative fancy for the life of me.

So, I had this bright idea to look through my phone's camera roll for a "muse" - and pictured above, is the best I could come up with.

You're probably wondering why my nightstand is hosting both coffee and wine (simultaneously). At this point, it wouldn't make sense - but it will come together in due time (deflection at it's best) 

Anyway. I find myself to be an extremely deep thinker, sometimes to a fault - so I feel like it behooves me to vocalize the meandering of my mind. Most of my posts normally come from something -  a random thought, a charming conversation or a song that permeated strong vibes within. But this week had me feeling like my writing well had dried up. Very seldom do I have nothing to write about, very seldom do I, Laura Renee have nothing to say - so this was a telltale sign that I needed to fine-tune the art of my freestyle writing.


This morning I woke up in the mood to hear some India.Arie. Although she's something like amazing, she's normally not on my daily musical rotation. Nonetheless, I happily dug through the crates to rekindle the flame with those old songs that did my heart so well back in the day. Hopping out of bed, I turned on my Bluetooth speaker, pumped up the volume and commenced with my day. The first song that played was "Good Mourning" - which was featured on Testimony: Volume 1 Life & Relationship, circa 2006.

The song is about a relationship that came to an end and her (ever so lovely) introspective, healing process after all was said and done. Although the consistent acoustics and beautiful progressions deserve a round of applause on their own - the lyrical content, delivered by her honey-coated voice is what really sets the song on fire. Give it a listen!


Nine days ago, my favorite day of the year came - my birthday! Normally, I would bask in zealous anticipation of March 5th with set plans, outfits and birthday hashtags - but this year was a little different for me.

Perhaps it was because I already reached the milestones of 21, 25 and 30, so 31 wasn't as exhilarating this go round. On top of that, I was moving, facing a deadline-driven project at work, dealing with my convenient monthly visitor and trying not to lose my mind at the same time. Responsibilities (and hormones) definitely had my birthday taking a backseat.