Boujee is hip-hop slang for something “luxurious in lifestyle yet humble in character,” influenced by and often interchanged with the slang bougie.
Luxury doesn’t lay exclusively in a bed of numbers. To me, the richness of a lucrative lifestyle is best found in sneaking the sweetest secrets of summertime into any old time. Summer generally asks us to slow it down and stop slamming our work brains against walls of stress. We’re enticed to trade whiteboards or chalkboards for diving boards. Minutes spill by like drifts of dandelion fluff puttering in a faint breeze. We feel the good looks of extra hours when we have nothing but life to taste ahead. The languid sun beats a drum drawing you outdoors, or into a cool interior, yet it’s not demanding anything except your presence. Anyone may access aspects of affluence. Such is the way of a wealthy mindset arranged to a good degree, and not so much a pedigree. Prosperity isn’t a reserve for the upper crust classes. I trust a little opulent boujee bantering will get you in the swing of things.
Some people think luxury is the opposite of poverty. It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity. ~Coco Chanel
I’m all for working hard and hardly working in the interims of showing up to change the world. Worn hands and heads from thinking well are poetic justice. Nevertheless, bits of escape to fill your belly with the pieces of humble pie is a submission of quality. Honing your personal honoring shows how sensible you know you are. The more we practice an impressive siesta, while still managing our earnings, the more cost effective we have become. Posh is never solely a swanky state of fancy materials, so much as a smart investor in oneself. I assume the more freedom of time for me to choose how to spend my days adds up to higher earnings. Due to my rest, calm, love, and health, I’m a greater instrument of productivity. Elegance of these sorts is the place where shoes come off or high heels go on. You get to take your pick of the green grass or dance floor beneath your feet. Maybe you’ll only wish for water trickling between every toe, as you convene with the fishes bobbing most of your time in whatever waters. It is downright rude to deny thyself a broad reservoir of palatial plans.
Embellishing all confections of touch is one fine place to start. What a dry world it would be without romantic repose. One can take their love to all ends of this earth. Whether indoors or outdoors, enable your amorous liaisons to glisten. You may go it alone in a steamy bath with an even steamier book to read all by your bon vibrant solitude. Some of us shiver for the sultry options of outlandish loafing in exteriors of windswept sails, forests, riversides, or sandy shores. I, for one, want to fall against the chest of a willing body, whose undivided attention is set on devouring every morsel of me. This includes quivers from each of my curves to my mind, and certainly not forgetting my mouth. Feed me tacos or tartar and call me any Mad Libs adjective implying I’m the most beautiful creature you’ve ever wanted. Take me to your dinghy, quilt under the stars, floatie, or beach blanket. Loving is an exaltation frequency without borders.
Pleasing oneself ought to be strikingly pleasant. Call forth the courage for deluxe dalliances of splendidly failing to watch the clock. No matter your option to include others or not in your streaming splendid stretches of seconds together, the goal is improvising relief. Be flamboyant with your choices. Be ornate in your experiences of what winds your tail feathers into a fluffy plume concoction of attractive ease. We sprint and we wallow in differing intervals. I have some fairly lofty crushes on a variety of vacationing spiritedness. If I could read every single book I ever wanted, from any location I dreamt of visiting, I doubt you’d ever see me grouchy again. My bum is more than happy to be parked along a sunny patch of seashore. I’m moved to an excess of energy when I feel I’ve been on recess after sharing space with a rainstorm while yielding to the honeyed voice of a ‘friend’ (from whom I could use some benefits), courting riptides with my family, or wanting to cause myself another reputation of voluptuous proportions. Our ability to maintain allure is the hinge to this progress and process all the same.
It is the mind that makes the body rich. ~Andrew Carnegie
Tilting tendrils in your favor is why boujee summering softening is meant to flood you with supreme impact. Suppose you simply agree to let go of the torpedo mentality. Colliding with the security of comfort is a sovereign extravagance. Grasp the conviction of a deep exhale. Estimating our need for self-care is how we stop robbing our own blood banks. Slip into a new style of eurythmic motion. Dissolve a portion of those bellicose life strains by impaling them with relaxation. Punctuate your lifestyle full of demure rescue from itself. Our bold aims should not be wasted upon the sweat of any gruesome grind. Let us carouse around the campfire, meander with souls of meaningful mellow camaraderie, and lounge in the void as we authorize it to inflame our empowerment. May your only restraint be the timing of a delay outside your control. Wherein another opportunity to bide your limbs embraces the cuddles of a connected one, a spa or sweets shop across the way. Cheers to the many days appeasing yourself is as much illustrious loitering as a sequel to come.
Luxury to me is not about buying expensive things; it’s about living in a way where you appreciate things. ~Oscar de la Renta
Write a rhythm of reward into your all-of-the-time.