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33-YEARS OLD, HAS S*** TOGETHER. HERE’S HOW!

I turned 33 on October 12th and almost instantly, I had my shit together.

Just kidding, clickbait.

Per tradition, I reflect on the previous year and set goals for the next year. Obviously, becoming Baby Gumbeaux’s mom and adjusting to motherhood was the biggest event of the year. To compliment that adjustment, I resigned from every organization and board, with the exemption of PTA . My true calling (Read: 10-Months-Old, Parties Like a Rockstar & Does Not Care If We Get Sleep). As a result, I am spending my time the way I want. Well, with the exception of the time I spend working for the man. Anyway, I have more time to focus on family and my personal goals which include, but are not limited to:

Not complaining. Complaining about being in Jackson, lack of advancement in my career, not being able to find a foundation to match my skin tone, etc. Now, I am only discussing what I want and taking action which often includes balancing a shitload of stuff, because I want to accomplish a shitload of things. To compliment this change, I recite affirmations every morning but then I found out Baby Gumbeaux was slapping her classmates for touching her hair and bib so I started reciting them with her, on the way to school. Naturally, we started including Husband Gumbeaux or should I call him Daddy Gumbeaux? Zaddy Gumbeaux?

Launching my podcast entitled Jxn Transplants. Now, I get to be honest about my struggle to adjust and know there are other transplants who relate. It also gives a ton of recommendations to transplants, Jacksonians, and even people who want to visit Jackson. Apparently, that is a thing.

Taking pictures more often. Not for you weirdos, in general. I detest taking pictures. I don’t know how to pose, my eyes are usually closed, terrible angles; mostly importantly, I don’t like smiling. Thugs don’t smile. I think it’s because I have become increasingly uncomfortable with my body; particularly, after incubation.

Last and least but certainly not least, I have to finish writing my dissertation. I’ve been talking about this for the last few years (I enrolled in the program a year after starting this blog). I have tons of excuses: sick and tired, interested but uninterested, dreams and goals have changed, struggling to find the relevancy of having a PhD, drained, merely thinking about it is exhausting. Actually, I’m going to take a nap.

And, I’m up. Fun fact: I am still paying tuition and have to remain enrolled if I want to finish this very last step. As a result, I will finish. Prayer warriors, reach your hands out to me and help me get through this. I may include you in the acknowledgements. Side note: it’s super annoying when people who have never been enrolled in a doctoral program ask me what’s taking so long. What’s taking so long for you to mind your business? 

Yeah, so… I accept your belated birthday wishes. I am still accepting gifts and money. As stated many times before, my friendship can be bought. Listen to my podcast and tell me I’m doing an awesome job. Read and share my previous post: Fun Facts My Parents (and Grandparents) Don’t Know

Follow me most places @pinkgumbeaux.

Ashlee, out.

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ALMOST LESSONS OF A 32-YEAR-OLD 


It’s been like a month, do you miss me? Anyone? No. Anyway, you guys totally missed my birthday. I am still accepting gifts by the way. Note: I am always accepting gifts.

So, I turned 32 on October 12th which means I am pretty much an expert on life. I would also like to add parenting expert on my vitae; although, I have yet to give birth or be a “parent.” Anyway, for some time birthdays have been a time of reflection and goal setting. So, how was 31? Let’s take a walk down memory lane shall we?

For the first time ever, I am considering forgiveness, releasing grudges and revisiting old relationships. I like to cut people off rather swiftly because I don’t like drama, discomfort or draining relationships. Note: The list is long and goes back to the early 2000s so if you’ve pissed me off recently, it’ll take about 15 years for redemption. 

Historically, the environment dictated which Ashlee you would get but this can be exhausting. My dominant traits include being cynical and deadpan (characteristics used to describe this blog) but I can also be super quiet which is likely because I am analyzing the environment, judging you internally and or both.

This past year, I came to a few realizations regarding my professional career. Since 20, I’ve worked hard to maintain both a professional and academic career with supporting extracurriculars and volunteer work. I tried to acquire every skill necessary to obliterate peers. Now? I don’t really care to impress, prove anything or be an organization’s best employee. I would rather be Ashlee’s best employee where there is no limit on creativity, no competition; most importantly, no coworkers cap on salary.

Last but not least, my spending habits continue to drastically change. Everything requires a Cost-Benefit Analysis. I prefer to do my own facials, manicures, pedicures and eat at home because the food sucks out here. Very different from the woman who got weekly manicures, only ate and drunk out, had a spa membership, and a host of other unnecessary shit.

This upcoming year, I hope to successfully drop Baby Gumbeaux. Actually, I am hoping to do that this week because I am tired of being pregnant and she’s tired of being folded up inside of me like a lawnchair. Other goals include but are not limited to finishing the PhD (I need to replace tuition for childcare), monetizing all skills, being the best entrepreneur ever, and doing a better job of staying in touch with family and friends (I guess that means I have to use the telephone, I detest the phone). I would also like to travel more. I largely avoided this because flying while knocked up is uncomfortable and peeing every 15 minutes makes traveling challenging. Maybe I should be nicer and let my guards down too… Nahhhhh!

I am so mature!

Read and share my previous (super old) post: How Insecure Made Me Obsessed with Nick Hakim. Follow me on both Pink Gumbeaux and Baby  Gumbeaux!

Ashlee, out!

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6 LESSONS FROM 6 YEARS OF BLOGGING


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I started blogging 2 years prior to the launch of Pink Gumbeaux. Like most bloggers back then, I blogged about natural hair. I had gone natural a year prior and wanted to share my thoughts on the struggle, products and styling. That got boring. A year later, I launched my own blog and spent the entire year writing and deleting blog posts. The next year, I cleaned up the basic Blogger theme I downloaded for free and enlisted the help of Mom naming the blog. I told her I wanted “pink” in the title (because it’s my favorite color). Pink Gumbeaux was born on December 10, 2010.

I did not know what the hell I was doing for a large part of my blog’s existence. The theme of my blog has evolved over time to what I now consider a personal and lifestyle blog. My blog is also a space where I can be myself opposed to the facade I present in other parts of my life; otherwise, I’d be passing out ass whippings. Apparently, that’s illegal.

On December 10th, Pink Gumbeaux turns 6! This year, I decided to share with my readers, fellow bloggers and future bloggers the 6 lessons I’ve learned in 6 years.

  1. Blogging is harder than people think. And, harder for the technologically challenged. I spend approximately 8 hours a week brainstorming on awesome topics, writing and revising blog posts, sharing it across social media platforms, and reading literature and watching webinars on how I can slay as a blogger and “an influencer.”
  2.  Yeah, about the money I mentioned earlier. I pay to maintain domains (pinkgumbeaux.com and pinkgumbo.com for the people who can’t spell it correctly), annual website fees, social media platforms (where blog posts are scheduled and posted because ain’t nobody got all day to be on social media), and any materials, classes or coaching I need for aforementioned slayage.
  3. It is rare to blog about something that someone hasn’t already blogged about. So what’s make me different? Me! You now get my personality and the internal dialogue I have with myself in every post. It hasn’t always been like this. I thought my personality was off-putting but people love my honesty and even find my dry humor amusing.
  4. Although I’ve been blogging for nearly a decade, the last year or so features my best blog posts. Yep, it took that long. I haven’t deleted Pink Gumbeaux @ Blogger or corrected ill-formatted posts of the past because it’s important for both you and me to see how long I’ve come.
  5. This is my first year actively networking with bloggers, vloggers, podcasters and other creatives. I’m as much of an introvert online as I am in person. It was uncomfortable and I had cap on how much uncomfortableness I would deal with on the daily basis. However, I love the new blogger friends I’ve made. They are a helpful and supportive bunch.
  6. I love it. People ask how do I find time to blog when I work for “the man” full time, am an entrepreneur, doctoral student and newlywed as well as the time I spend playing with stray cats. Like you’ve probably heard many times, people make time for what matters. And, you as a reader and supporter matter. Not really, I just do it to feed my ego.

For those who visit Pink Gumbeaux, like and share my posts, Mom who named my blog and informs me of grammatical errors, Husband who allows me to talk about his family behind their backs (but on a public platform), this is the part where I’m supposed to say thank you.

Anyway, it’s Pink Gumbeaux’s birthday. Congratulate me, tricks!

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I’M 31!!! 

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I think I’ve mentioned my birthday several times; usually, when guilting you into subscribing to my newsletter and following me on social media (which I will mention again at the bottom of this post). Be prepared.

My birthday is very important to me and not for egotistical reasons. Well, mostly not for egotistical reasons. It gives me the opportunity to reflect and set goals for the year opposed to doing it on New Year’s Eve. And, isn’t it too cold to set goals during that time? Anyway, in 29.8-Years Old, I talked about the things I was over and blamed age for it. In I’m 30, I was sure some things would change overnight (give or take a few days). I guess it’s no surprise that it took a bit longer for me to accomplish some of those things. You guys tried to tell me…haters.

So, let’s quickly revisit challenges, accomplishments and new goals.

One of my biggest accomplishments was to pass my doctoral comprehensive exam; however, we will reserve celebration for the actual PhD (which will happen within the next year).

Other things to get hyphy about: Do people still get hyphy? San Francisco seemed really serious about it. Anyway, I received a scholarship from my professional association (which was awarded to me while in Seattle) and Husband and I became property owners! Most recently, we started the process to buy 2 additional homes.

Professional reputation and nerves was tried.

Over

And over

And over again.

I’m assuming the lesson was to not put paws on someone; thereby, avoiding jail time learn how to not worry about things I can’t change and persevere.

Equally important as completing my degree is being a successful entrepreneur. I have 3 businesses (which includes Pink Gumbeaux); however, Husband and I are taking them from side hustles to the main hustle. You know, be my own boss. 

Me: Hey Ashlee, what time are you coming to work? 

Ashlee: When I want, I work for myself. 

Me: Great, I’ll see you then. 

I no longer have patience for the bitter and pessimists. Hearing bitching day after day, after day is draining but also contagious. Note: Everyone has issues, try not to pile your crap on someone else because it gets old. Try journaling, a hobby as an outlet, therapy and or your local buffet. 

Carefree time is great for my mental health. Blocks of time when I have fun and postpone anxiety and panic attacks for another day. Last week, carefree time included a mani and pedi, a date with Husband, my skate birthday party, eating fair food and getting on rides without throwing up.

While I won’t have everything figured out right away maybe by next month, I am working at it everyday. I’m confident 31 will be good to me (because I had a discussion with 31 in advance).

Guess what? You’ll be able to shop Pink Gumbeaux soon. Hint: It’s something you can wear. OK, that’s all the hint you will be getting. Anyway,  subscribe to Pink Gumbeaux, the NEWSLETTER, follow me on FacebookTwitterInstagram and Bloglovin. Donate to Pink Gumbeaux (the donation page is located in the menu bar). Read and share my previous post: My Strange Addiction

 

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I’M 30!!!

For the last few years, I’ve been imagining that my life will change the day I turned 30. That I would finally know who I am, my purpose in life, and what I wanted to be when I grow up.  I’ve only been 30 since… Read More