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JAN 15TH

The pure happiest and thankful of a customer today was so epic. I felt so good showcasing what 2019 could bring for them. I know how trapped it feels sometimes when working from home and you just want to bring a level of joy to your life and into the home. And that’s exactly what I did today for two people.

There excitement makes me what to bring more joy in my life too. I love a good smile and passion for joyful thing.

When I think about writing and creating new content I have that burst of happiness to let it out to the world. To me it doesn’t matter even it connects with only one person, it’s just that connection you can create with someone is so dope. It’s almost like a lastly feeling in which that person remembers that meaningful moment.

When last has someone left a lasting impression on you?

Richardo…

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I Am My Own Distraction

After countless debates, crafting, ideas, I still come up short on content. But why oh why, well the quick answer is I am heavily distracted. Coming from a state on looking for new direction and inspiration, as a creator sometimes you get trapped in the matrix of consuming too much of everything going on. It’s a hard cycle to break out of as humans and people of different walks of life, we can’t always just think of life as just work work work and no play… But it’s that same notion of thought of how to switch off and actually commit to finishing a work you truly needed to.

The debate of being a blogger/vlogger.

So that moment of truth is back, well what shall I commit my time and efforts to that brings me joy. As for my brand I feel it most notable that weird era of time is gone and the professional outfit must be worn. Of course I still won’t call myself a suit, but the catalog and presentation must change for the high and better. Less projects, better quality for works for my portfolio is the direction. As all these distractions is all around me trying to delay my way, I am have decided a blogger/writer of lifestyle is the way to go for me… less of my presence image wise, but more production of works is where I need to be in which is retrospective, was the same way I started my career in media being behind the scenes.

So seeing myself getting back to that place and a much happier and accomplished fellow, I am excited to keep pressing on.

Reads by: Richardo A. Wilson

“Mobile Lifestyle Blogger and Social Media Personnel”

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THE DAY SOMEONE STOLE MY SANDWICH

THE DAY SOMEONE STOLE MY SANDWICH

So it was a Wednesday, nope Friday Jr., aka Thursday, and it’s the lunchroom at work.  Bright smiles on my face the entire day, just knowing the sandwich I hand crafted from home, was going to be mines.  I mean I made that sandwich with my own hands, piece by piece, layer by layer, with so much love in my body.  For of course, when you love what you eat and eat what you love, shoot, love and delight ooze out of you infinitely.  Well, at least this is what I tell myself.
So yes, Thursday was the day, I remember it so vividly when I arrived at the work refrigerator to find my sandwich of love, and it was not there…I panicked, I said to myself, well maybe I left it at home.  Wrong, I remember so many memories of seeing this lovely sandwich enter the fridge early in the morning as I came into work, in as many angles, slow motion, depth of field as my human mind could allow.  Where was thy sandwich, I got scared, maybe it ran away.  But nope, someone ate it, stole it from the fridge, left crumbs on the table and even the cute wrapper it was in.
My heart was stolen, never to be okay once again, that I never brought a sandwich back to work ever again.  To find out months later, visually seeing a co-worker of mine, joyfully walk in the lunchroom and gone in a fridge and randomly ate someone’s lunch.  I had to build up all the might in my body to ask, hey, why did you do that, and his reply was, I am hungry, it looked good, there is no one here, and they will never know it was me, plus he didn’t care…and there and then I realized my friend was sandwich thief, and I could not unsee the madness of him eating someone else’s handcrafted delicious sandwich, that they will never get to eat.
Has this happened to you?

Thank for reading,
Richardo A. Wilson

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