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“We can all learn something else about ourselves.”


Day 3 (The Last Day):

After my long Saturday with the fam, I actually woke up, headache free this morning around 7:30.  I don’t know whether that was a good or bad thing as I laid back and wrapped my mind around getting up, preparing my hot water, lemon, and cayenne pepper to drink before my first juice.  I decided to get up, and prepped as I sat at the computer reviewing the night, and deciding whether to go on to the gym to sit in the steam this morning.  The sun was bright, thought the temperature was much lower than yesterdays near 80 degrees.


Juice 1: Green Juice

I finished off my first juice while prepping my standard Sunday blogs, and listening to the new Radiohead album The King Of Limbs.  I’m addicted to the song “Codex.”  I decided against any of the new material to make the post of “New To You Music Sundays,” since the material is very new.  I try to reserve that for obscure artists or songs, that YOU should be up on, but are not.


Juice 2: P.A.M. (Pineapple, Green Apple, Mint)

My mother had been against this cleanse the entire time, and labeled it a fad diet, not truly understanding my reasoning behind it (weight loss was not a considering factor).  I waited until she arrived for her “model shoot” she wanted me to model her new shirts for her Etsy website to sell.  I walked in with the juice to get a response from her, only for her to say, can’t you make that at home.


Juice 3: Green Juice (again)

I drank this before leaving so that she could get a late Sunday lunch…because I knew I would be sitting there watching and waiting to drink my next juice.


Juice 4: Spicy Lemonade

I noticed by the time, that my juice drinking was more efficient today, as I downed this making our way to Front Page News.  I mentioned that it contained cayenne pepper, and my mother responded “too hot.”  It’s funny to think that my Cuban mother eats nothing spicy. 


Juice 5: C.A.B.

After sitting through lunch, I was able to drink this concoction on the ride back home.  Last night we went to the other location of Front Page News, but this particular site happens to be my favorite location of the New Orleans themed restaurant.  Though I was not hungry per se, Sundays at Front Page News, and in Little 5 Points, usually means my beloved Crab Cakes Benedict, and my mouth watered for that the entire time.  I took great solace and pride in the fact that each day of the Blue Print Cleanse I was placed in situations that could easily tempt me to break the detoxification process.  I guess the lesson learned was that I can live my life, and circumstances that I may be mired in does not mean to pull away from the world to deal with them.  Over the last few years I have learned to silently work through my personal challenges while maintaining a public persona.  However, when I could retreat and deal with them myself (read: personal time), I retreated from the world more often then not.


Juice 6: Cashew Milk

While on the phone with my sister, I almost forgot to drink my last Cashew Milk.  This was the best chilled and best tasting of the batch, and presumably I tasted the flavor of victory, and running through the finish line.


It is funny that something that I’ve done in the past, detox, seems to have a different value today.  Where I sat back and tried to take a personal journey with the process, as it was just a function of a bigger goal and plan in the past.  Today was another day filled with family, but a realization that each day of the cleanse, the recurring factor was still living my public life, and being myself within it, and within my skin.  Who am I, it’s still too early to give that complete message, but I’m getting closer to putting all those pieces together.


The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.