Where was I?

9/11

I was eating in the lunch room with my best friend Larryn at College, just chopping it up, and I was just about to finish up. This was our everyday routine. I looked at the time because I had a Math class that I needed to get to soon which I wasn’t really looking forward to at all lol. In fact, I dreaded going. As soon as I started getting ready to get up from the table, I glanced over at the tv, and couldn’t really make sense of what I was seeing initially. I heard all these people in back of me yelling in synch, “Oh my God”, and more people started piling up in the lunch room. We were all standing around the tv witnessing horror. An unfathomable horror. What we were witnessing was a terrorist attack, planes flew into the Twin Towers, and the Pentagon like it was nothing. We were all stuck, eyes glued to the tv. I guess we were all in somewhat of a state of shock and still trying to process what was happening. Then, everyone started looking for their cellphones including myself. I needed to call my family to make sure they were accounted for and ok. I needed to figure out how I was gonna get home. I called my mother and just about everyone in my family. But my uncle. My uncle was supposed to have a meeting that morning at the Twin Towers. He owned a cleaning business and he was set to sign the contract for his team to start cleaning some offices at the Twin Towers. I used to say “for some reason” he didn’t make it there. I quickly realized it was God and I know that statement could lead others to confusion as to why their loved ones were there. Why did their loved ones have to die? Why didn’t God intervene? I can’t begin to answer such a heavy question. My uncle is no longer with us due to other reasons. Though he could’ve left us that day. So after I called everyone I needed to call, I wanted to get home as soon as possible. I was afraid and at that time, I didn’t know what was coming next. We all were panicking and afraid of the unknown. Larryn said, “Linnea Come on we are leaving now.” Without thinking I grabbed all of my things and we rushed out the door. There were so many people outside running to their cars and the parking lot was beyond jammed packed. It took us about 45 minutes to get out of the parking lot. Once we got onto the main road, it looked like a scene out of one of those Zombie movies where everyone is trying to leave before the Zombies attack. It was wild and it was like an out of body experience. I had never seen anything like that before. I got home 3 hours later and that ride home was intense. We almost crashed a couple times and it was bumper to bumper. I called my mother two more times while I was in the car because she was and is still the only person in this world who can calm my soul. Larryn was a superb driver and held her composure THEE entire time. I loved how strong she was and I miss her so much! Larryn is no longer with us due to other reasons as well. This day I will never forget.

The aftermath was a continuous and painful reminder of all the bloodshed. I watched all the news coverage and documentaries. I heard the 911 calls that came in on that tragic day. People jumping out of windows, people covered in so much debris, they were unrecognizable. First Responders, Firefighters, and sooooo many people died. Families were broken and the damage was catastrophic. It still makes no sense at all. To say it was sad would be putting it lightly for there are no words. Most of the people that survived that day, later died due to health problems they developed after 9/11. So many people lost their lives that day. I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like for them being inside, dying inside those burning buildings nor could I ever imagine what it was like being on a plane knowing it was going to crash. Knowing death was quickly inevitable for them. I don’t understand and I won’t pretend to. Those people left home, went on about their daily routines like they did everyday. Not knowing what was coming. Life is so short. My thoughts and prayers will always be with all those affected. This day, we remember.

 

 

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I STARTED A PODCAST!!

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Hello World!!!

This is Linnea, the woman behind this blog and NOW PODCASTER!! On Saturday 7/27/19, I woke up in the morning and decided to launch my Podcast!! IT’S SO EXCITING!! I’m genuinely happy about it!! I named my PODCAST Linnea Presents: Unpacking The Box. I chose this name because I don’t ever want to put into a box and I will be unpacking many topics! You can listen to it on Apple Podcasts, RadioPublic, Anchor, Spotify, Google Podcasts and PocketCasts right now! It will be available on more platforms soon I hope! I’ve already done six episodes and they’re available now! You can also keep up with updates and episodes on my Podcast by following my Instagram page @  unpacking_the_box

Now, what is it all about?!! This is me in my most unapologetic form. It will be raw, real, uncut, explicit at times, informative, entertaining, and just fun! It will be a space, a comfortable space of course, and it’ll be like you and I are in the room together chopping it up like old friends. I will unpack topics on life, love, sex, relationships, men, women, empowering others, mental health, body image, politics, celebrity news, local news, a breakdown on some my BLOG POSTS and sooo much more!!!! NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS! I guess…it’s a extension of my Blog…BUT wayyy more fun lol!!!  I will also have guests on from time to time to weigh in on topics, and interviews! I hope you will take this journey with me!!! I WELCOME ANY AND ALL FEEDBACK!! YOU CAN MESSAGE ME HERE, ON IG OR EMAIL ME at unpackingtheboxpodcast@gmail.com to tell me about ANY TOPICS YOU WANT ME TO DISCUSS, or ANY QUESTIONS YOU MAY HAVE FOR ME, OR IF YOU JUST WANNA COMMENT ON THE SHOW IN GENERAL. Thank you if you support me in any way, shape or form! I appreciate it!! Share, and Tell a friend!

Always know that you can do ANYTHING you set your mind to do. Do what makes you happy and just go for it!! Life is too short!

Be well!!!!

Interview with Dominique Loude!

 

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Dominique Loude has been dancing since the age of 10 which ultimately landed her a well deserved spot dancing alongside Beyoncé. Dominique is an inspiration to MANY and is building her own empire. She recently allowed me to interview her…

1. Where are you from?

Detroit, MI

2. At what age did you start dancing and How would you describe your dancing style?

I started dancing at the age of 10 but didn’t take it Seriously until I was 16. I would say I’m a pretty versatile dancer but my go-to is dancing in heels

3. What made you want to get into dancing?
I was a kid that did everything. From playing the piano to singing. One day I decided to take a dance class and the rest is history. I fell in love with it.
4. Who inspired you growing up?
Growing up my biggest inspiration was my mom because of how strong she was. I watched her endure so much pain and she never folded.
5. If you could only use 3 words to describe your experience on OTR2 tour, What words would you use?
Growth, love, and happiness
6. How has being on that tour impacted your life to this day?
This tour made me love myself more and realize that I deserve everything coming my way. It opened up more doors for me and changed my outlook on life period. Working with Beyonce made me realize the work is never done. There’s always more. More to give more to do. My work ethic was already crazy lol but now it’s like what’s next. I can always go harder.
7. What do you like to do in your free time?
I don’t have much free time but when I do I like to chill lol. Sometimes go out with my friends
8. What advice would you give to someone wanting to become a Professional Dancer?
Believe in yourself. Work like your already successful. Train train and more training!!! Do your homework! Stretch!
9. What keeps you so grounded, humble, real and down to earth?
I know where I come from and I know that as quick as something can be given it can be taken away!
10. Any new projects you’re working on and can tell us about?
Working on my dance line and looking for a building for my dance studio.
Thank you so much for taking time out and You are truly an inspiration to us all!

Her Process

13D807C3-C08A-4A08-A4C7-B7BD3ADAD0DA.jpegI love to write. As much as I love writing, I get writers block like many, and sometimes I don’t know what to write about. Even though I have all these different thoughts flipping through my mind, about what I could write about. Yet, I still come to a block. At this point, I know it’s time to close my eyes, dig deep, and envision myself laying out on a beautiful beach. A beautiful beach with breathtaking sand and scenic views. I’m taking in the sounds of the ocean which is music to my ears. The sun is shining and it’s warm. But, not too warm. The ocean waves are light, steady, and the water is calming. I can hear ppl talking a little bit and enjoying themselves. I allow the beach to move me with the waves, in whichever direction it compels me. It’s serene and hypnotic. The beach is one of the very few places where I find solace. Yes I LOOOVVEEE the BEACH!!!! I want to savor every minute because I know it’ll be over soon. Boom…just like that and it’s over! I open my eyes. But I can see, and think much clearer now. I get my paper and pen out of my drawer. I’m ready to write from a place of struggle, brokenness, love, and understanding. I’m ready to write from a place of growth, bravery, confidence, and assurance. I allow the words to fly out and land wherever they may. Only I don’t just let the words fly out without creativity. I want to write something in such a way that ignites others to follow suit. I want to write something that will move them and provoke them. I want to leave them in awe with shock value, unaware that such words, thoughts, and feelings resides within me. I want to get them to a place of thinking outside the box and who knows?!! Maybe their current way of thinking will be a thing of the past. I know that in order to do this, I must go into the case of my soul, remove the safety, and empty the whole clip. My soul tells me what to write and the beach just leads me to it. 

Blogging My Way. 

 

Who Am I?

I spew a poisonous venom of hate so thick, that it ignites a cult of other poisonous snakes filled with venom, to follow suit. I enable them and they return the favor. We continuously feed off of each other. I love to spit out raging fires of lies and all the dragons believe me. They will follow me anywhere, so cluelessly unaware that I will turn on them at any given moment without warning. I’m ruthless and reckless like that, and I love it. I control them. I am the fearless, cutthroat leader of the free jungle, and I will rule it however I see fit. I don’t focus on what’s right, or what is fair. But more on what’s radically right. If anyone disagrees with me, or is bold enough to go against me, then I will be forced to poke my bear out of hibernation. Once unleashed, he will wreak a havoc so loud, and so wild that all the jungles will hear it. We will fight until we win. It’s my way, or you will be banished from the jungle. 

Would you want to live in and be a part of this jungle? 

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NO MEANS NO Part 1

F7629A4E-D202-48F8-ABFC-B2EB6CD1C249WOMEN…THE MOST UNPROTECTED, DISRESPECTED, MISTREATED, ABUSED, and BEAUTIFUL BEINGS AMONG THE LAND OF THE LIVING. 

 

Society I just don’t understand you, and I don’t think I want to. Human beings I don’t understand you and maybe I never will. A woman comes forward and says she’s been raped. A woman comes forward and says she’s being sexually harassed which could very well  lead to rape eventually. The first thing you accuse her of is lying and you demand to know why she waited so long to speak up. How dare you have such audacity?!! A woman is saying she was sexually assaulted. The first that you do is criticize and blame her? Never pointing your finger in the right direction. Point your finger at him. Hold him accountable. What you must know and what you must understand is that before a woman can conjure up enough strength to part her lips. Before she is ready to speak her truth, she has already went through unimaginable stages of trauma, fear, shock, and shame. Imagine… A cowardly robust man rips off your clothes, forces himself on top of you, while you repeatedly scream and cry “NO”. He’s touching you in all of your most private, sacred and vulnerable places. Violating you in every way possible. He forces himself so boldly, so roughly inside of you while you’re still screaming “NO” while simultaneously trying to fight him off.  I guess the word no is foreign to him. No isn’t good enough for him. He’s winning the fight and you can’t escape. You’re experiencing pain without pleasure. He’s hurting you, so bad. There’s no way out and in reality it’s only been a few moments. However, in your real time, it feels like forever. Your body becomes weak and you succumb to his force. He finishes but it’s far from over. After he rapes you physically, he begins to rape you mentally, and emotionally. He bum rushes your mind, kicks off his shoes, and makes himself feel right at home. He tells you that you deserved it, calls you a “slut”, and he threatens your life. He threatens your family’s lives. He engraves a fear in you so deep, that it frightens the depths of your soul. Then he leaves, but he left his bodily fluids behind, for you to lie in shame. Shame is what you feel. He made you feel ashamed. He made you feel dirty, weak, and disgusting. You want to run and tell. But, you can’t. At least not yet. You’re not ready to tell. So many thoughts are rushing through your mind. You’re broken. You’re scarred. Before you can begin to speak your truth, you have to put yourself back together piece by piece.

 Did I paint a good enough picture for you? So after a woman endures this magnitude of trauma, you shut her truth down immediately?! You blame her and not him? She’s the victim! Yet somehow she is to blame. You question why she took so long to speak her truth. Whether it was a week ago, three months ago, one year ago, five years ago, ten years ago, or 20 years ago! A crime was committed. A crime is still a crime and trauma doesn’t have an expiration date. It should never be taken lightly. We live in a world dominated by the Patriarchs. Some happen to be rich Patriarchs, who could care less about protecting the Matriarchs. YES, WE live in a world driven, and dominated by male privilege. God forbid the man is of a high caliber profile with great wealth. He will try to vanish her truth and he will persuade the masses to follow suit. Then again, what’s done in the dark always comes to the light. 

Acknowledge HER.

Protect HER.

Listen to HER.

Believe HER.

Seek justice for HER.

Hold HIM Accountable.

Blame HIM. 

No absolutely means NO. 

BE WELL

Linnea Blogs Her Way

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My name is Linnea, and thanks for coming to my Blog. Writing is one of the loves of my life. I’m a creative writer, truth teller, story teller, and I allow my soul to move me. I speak my mind and there is no sugarcoating. Come take this journey with me, as I will be writing from my soul, and writing for yours. I will cover everything and no topic is off limits. I hope that I can provoke feelings and thoughts in you. I hope I can open the door to more dialogue, inspire you, and impact you in some way. Let’s begin shall we….