Five Benefits of Forgiveness


Picture this...

The sun is pouring in from your window, beaming on your face telling you that it's a new day.

Your eyes fight to open against the light. They finally adjust and you're now wide awake. You turn your head over to the right and you are now staring at a key resting on your pillow.

You're not imagining this. It is not a dream. You don't know where it came from, how it got there but you now have this key.

Is someone playing a mean joke? You've been behind bars going on twenty years and out of nowhere you now you have this key?

You immediately sit up and look to your cell door. You contemplate whether or not you should try.

"What if it works? What if it doesn't? Wouldn't hurt to try."

So you get up. You get up to try.

Reaching around the bars, fumbling for the lock to insert the key. You insert it and it fits.

The key fits?

The key fits!

You step back in astonishment settling into the fact.

You take a deep breath, place your hand back on the key and turn. With ease, the door unlocks. You push the door, it creaks in agony for it hasn't been opened since you first made this place your home, but this creak is like sweet music to your ears.

And just like that, you walk out. 

A few steps out, you look back to the prison door. You walk back, lock the door behind you and take the key.

At this point, you notice one sole word is inscribed on the key: FORGIVENESS.

I Didn't Give Up: After One Year in Houston


It's been a little under two weeks since my one-year Houston Anniversary took place-- a whole year since my little TC held all of my life's possessions as we were heading West. And to sum up my thoughts in a few words since I've been here?

I. Did. NOT. give. up.

It'd be sweet to say that my life has been nothing but tens across the board for these 12 months of calling Houston home, but I'd be telling a boldface lie.

It's been hard. Really hard.

I've had plenty bouts of tears, humbling experiences, countless frustrations and some what-was-I-thinking moments.

But it hasn't been all grim.

In contrast to that, I've had plenty laughs, met some great people whom I consider to have been blessing in my journey and experiences that have blown my mind, showing me that God is with me every step of the way.

I could have easily packed my bags and rolled TC and I back to South Florida when I saw that things weren't going my way and things were getting uncomfortable or too difficult. Going home, at worse, I  would have heard my mother's lip for a bit, but I would have been home where I knew everything, had friends I could always count on and things were easier--nice and quiet and everything sweetly packaged.

And I would have probably gone insane.

My last year back home, I was going out of my mind, feeling like I was suffocating. I wasn't living at my greatest. And to go home, those pangs of an unfulfilled live would return. I have had those moments here, moments of feeling unfulfillment--  but I can only blame that on me to resorting to old habits to cope with the difficulties I've come across. Instead of capitalizing on some opportunities because they were too difficult or it wasn't how I wanted it to be, I've suffered the consequences of those missteps. But, a year later I've taken account of what's transpired and taking the time to note what initially drew me here .

I came to Houston on a mission for more and better for myself, to take a risk and live my wildest dreams.But I let myself get tripped up on how much work it would take in making that happen.

Weeks prior to my my  one-year anniversary the wheels in my head started turning and I started focusing on how can I learn from my mistakes and make this year better and truly reflect me going after my wildest dream.

Simply put, I woke up. When things get difficult, I have a bad tendency of going into auto-pilot, trying to coast through the problem. I know from experience that doesn't work. So, I literally am making the conscious decision to be mindful of my every move and make sure that it's helping to fulfill the great vision that I desire for my life.

Daily I remind myself daily of why I am here and what I've come to do. Every day I take the time and recall that I dropped everything comfortable, and drove halfway across the country. It was extremely difficult to leave home. I have to make it worth it. Otherwise, this is all a vain pursuit.

And instead of waking up entitled, I wake up with intent to go for my gold, pushing to bring my vision to reality. My audacious ego has been put to the side and I'm all the better for it.

With this new found reframing of mind, I'm onto something good that I can use to make this new year something totally different and greater from the first year. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. That gives me courage and it's quite freeing at the same time.

A reframing of mind, courage and freedom, with that combo I won't lose. Shoot, it's already done me a world of good so far.

So cheers to this uphill battle that I'm now willing and wanting to fight because I've got dreams to make come true.

A Late Birthday Post


At the top of the month I celebrated 27 years on earth. Plans for a fancy dinner were in mind but it quickly turned into a casual weekend of good times and I couldn't have asked for anything better.

I am not one to be big on birthdays but this year I was happy to celebrate this one. I was in a new city, feeling thankful and just in awe of where my life was at the moment.

I started the night off with money being pinned on me. Unbeknownest to me, in the South it's a tradition to pin money on the birthday girl or boy.   I was not going to protest.

After an 8-hour shift on the job, I spent some quality time with the roomie at a local pizza shop before heading out to dinner.

Even popped a bottle in celebration of the day.

Followed it up with some more food and drinks at Dave and Busters with good people's.

this woman wasn't our server, but we loved her energy

Had to get in a free birthday dessert. Didn't eat it all myself.  I shared.

 Followed it up with some dancing and my birthday was officially wrapped.

Writing this post almost a month later makes me smile at that day and reminds me to maintain a thankful spirit. This year is being experienced in a new state literally and figuratively. I'm excited for what is to happen and at the same time, I'm feeling a bit wary of what is ahead. Now more than ever I'm cognizant of what I did with my life six months ago. It's really hitting me that I just packed my bags having no clue as to what I came out here to do, trusting that it was all going to work out.

I've had a fair share of ups and downs but the fact that I'm able to get up with each new day to give it another go reaffirms that I am supposed to be here.

I have no clue if I'll be here to celebrate my 28th birthday but for the time that I am here, I'll give it my all and make the most of this experience. So that's what this year is founded on-- giving it my all and making the most of my experiences.

Much Love,

Thoughts on: Being Open


"Be open."

That's what everyone tells me.

Running along those same lines, I've been told to be more flexible and not to be so stuck on doing things one way.

It's a record that's played every time I'm at a crossroads in life.

Clearly I am not getting it because it's a topic that is always up for discussion. And I'm well aware that if something is pointed out multiple times, it'd be wise to perk up my ears and listen.

And this time around, I'm hearing things loud and clear and actually getting what it means.

Five Things I Miss About South Florida


I've been away from home for a few months, and I created a short list of things I've been missing about South Florida.  Thought it'd be fun to share. It is by no means a cry to go home but it's definitely teaching me that I had  a lot to appreciate about my home state.

Where ever I lived, the beach was always less than 30 minutes away. My last place, it was less than 10 away. It was nice to catch sunrises or head out there early in the evening to relax and destress. Now, the beach is at least an hour's drive. And the closest beach, I've been told, it's nor worth the drive.  Signs quickly tell me that I won't be seeing a beach for a good while.

South Florida is a melting pot. More specifically, a Caribbean melting pot. And my Caribbean food of choice--Haitian food. Literally after a week here I realized that I wouldn't be eating Haitian food unless I cook it myself, which I don't mind. But it's nice to have home cooking that you don't have to cook. And the Haitian bakeries, oh how I crave your bread. I might have to have someone ship me some patties. Aside from that, the  food of other cultures were so vibrant.

Here, it seems like everything is owned by a man named Pappa's. There's Pappadeux, Pappa's BBQ or Pappacito's. I'm not kidding. So the diversity of food is missing. And in my most recent post, finding certain ingredients to cook with takes some work.

In South Florida, low riders and fancy cars abound. It's flashy down there. But here those cars don't exist and I think I know why. The roads are like swiss cheese. Pot holes are everywhere and the roads are not level. Speeding isn't wise or you're looking to cause some damage to your car. I though that it was just one area of the city but it's all the roads unless you're on the highway.

Didn't think the smooth roads of South Florida is something that I'd miss, but I do. Smooth riding all day, every day.

My friends sometimes call me bragging how warm the winter days have been. I didn't know how cold it would be here. This winter, I've experienced lows in the 30s. That isn't that cold but for me where the coldest temperature I'm used to is  the 60s, 30 degree weather is chilling.

I've also been told that the summers reach 100 degrees. I can't fathom that kind of heat. I love the heat in hot yoga but no place else. I don't know how I feel about that temperature as a three-month standard. Summer time has always been a special season for me. I'm not sure if I'll be looking forward to this one.

I had to get sentimental on this last one. I miss my nephew terribly. Every time I speak to my mom or brother, I ask about him or I'll here him babbling in the background. He turns two this year. I won't be there to celebrate with him. And I'm missing out on him growing up. That's been the hardest for me.

But I constantly remind myself that I've got my own life to live.

So yeah, that's what I've been missing about South Florida. No regrets on leaving but now that I'm gone, it's hitting me what I don't have access to regularly anymore.

You never know what you have until it's gone, right?

Much love and Till Next Post,
B. Pierre

BP Truth: 2014 in Song, Scripture and Word


I don't do new year's resolutions but I like to have themes for each year. After getting a suggestion from an Instagram post, I'm broadcasting my theme three-fold through song, scripture and a sole word.

I'm the kind of person who constantly need a reminder of my focus and to check-in in with myself . I can carry these three things with me at all times to remind me of where I should always keep my mind and for motivation.

SONG-- Dawn Richard's "Return of A Queen"

SCRIPTURE-- Isaiah 51:3
For the Lord shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.


No explanations. If any of these speak to you, then they're yours for the taking too.

Much Love and Till Next Post,
B. Pierre

Growing up Haitian: A Soup Joumou Miracle


Even a 1000+ miles away, I'm enjoying a taste of home-- a taste in almost every Haitian's home today. 

the first of many bowls of yummy goodness
A staple in every Haitian's household is soup joumou, a butternut squash soup, that is made every New Year's day to celebrate Haitian Independence Day.

Literally every year my mom would cook some up and if she didn't I'd be getting a bowl from someone else. And being in South Florida that's never an issue.  That's how serious it was to get your hands on this golden goodness. But being in Houston, hopping over to a Haitian friend's place would prove to be a bit more difficult a.k.a impossible.

I knew I was going to be inundated with posts all over social media with this tasty soup, and I'd be left salivating, wishing to have some of my own.

So to avoid what would possibly be a pity party, I decided to make it myself. 

I had no clue what I was in for. I almost gave up. Apparently, frozen butternut squash is hard to come by in Houston. It took going to three grocery stores to finally get my hands on it. Whole Foods had the missing link. I was jumping up and down in the frozen vegetable section when I saw the squash. And that was just for the squash! For the other ingredients, it took four grocery store trips and a trip to my storage unit to finally get to this bowl. 

For what was almost nine hours of work, all the back and forth and uncertainties didn't matter after I had my first taste. It tasted like home. 

Did I mention, this was my first time making this?!

I successfully brought a little bit of home to Houston. That little bit will be here with me today and for the next few days. I made a whole pot to last. 

Here are the websites I visited to be guided through the process: Saveur's Soup Joumou and a Spark Recipe's addition

Next on my Haitian cuisine list is legume!

Wishing everyone a blessed new year, love and an abundant life.

Much Love and Till Next Post, 
B. Pierre