Come on Life

Come on life. I need the external part of you to quit dragging your feet and catch up to where I am internally. I need you to connect to me and stay with me and make every move I make and quit being such a heavy.

I need to not feel like you are lifetimes away only connected by a rope tied around my ankle yanking me back every time I take a leap towards and into my destiny, my purpose and good old fashioned just what I want to do. I don't live in the past, I'm over that, I'm here in my now ready to move forward but I can't without you. I need you just like you need me. We can't exist without the other and I pray that God will send you to me, in the time and space I'm in, quick, fast and in a hurry. We got stuff to do but we can't if you are so far behind.

Faking Pretty is for the Birds

Well just gone and be ugly then. Faking pretty is for the birds chile. Ain't nobody got time fa all of that. At least if you ugly, (acting and looking) the people around you know what they are getting and you just might make it in this world.  But faking pretty just to get somebody to like you, want you and be around you will backfire as soon as your ugly begin to show. So I say, just cut out the middle man or the middle pretty, if I do say so and give myself a chuckle,  and let your ugly flag fly chile. You never know, you may just have a better life if you master the art of being your self :-)

Now that! makes ugly a beautiful thing.

Covered in the Contents of Someone's Baggage

Covered in the contents of someone's baggage, that's how I feel today after a normal conversation turned ugly. At the time I didn't know what the hell was happening and I found myself trying to explain and justify something that could have been cleared up had the person not begun to unpack and unload all of the contents they had accumulated over the years. All I did was bring up a goal that I have and my goal seemed to trigger something in them and before I knew it, I could not complete a sentence due to the interruptions, yelling and over talk that was happening. Boy, oh boy! You can't share your goals with everyone, this was such a great reminder, no matter how it appears or how you want it to appear, not everyone can assist you with meeting your goals and their reactions are NEVER about you. Even though I know that persons reaction wasn't about me, I still apologized. It was never my intention to trigger, I was just speaking my truth and I will never apologize for that.

Would You Like To See The Dessert Menu?

Would you like to see the dessert menu?

Why yes, as a matter of fact I would. I have eaten from this plate of life and I'm feeling like things are good. I've gotten all of the nutrients a purposed life can get. I have paid my dues, made some waves and put up with plenty of shit. I have covered for a partner who rarely seems to care, living with one foot in and one foot out so you can never say they weren't there. Feeling the effects of a life lived on overload, trying to come out of timid places and live my life real bold. Done with hiding done with pretending that I am not, everything that I truly am so you don't feel threatened in your spot. Done with lying to myself and loosing sleep. Done justifying "your best interest" for me. Done with loving everybody in the world except me. Done with pretending this is the way it's supposed to be. So yes I'm ready for the dessert menu, it's time for life to be sweet. It's time for me to experience goodness sweaping me off of my feet. It's time for the delishes fragrance of chocolate in the air, it's time to swing my feet while I'm sitting in the chair. It's time to savor every. single. drop. Then go home to my bed and take a big flop. Into the bliss only a pillow top can bring and if by chance my phone should ring, I hope it is the one who's purpose it is to make my heart sing. Because that's what every girl needs at the end of a long fight, some chocolate cake and a loving man to hug and kiss good night. But until that day comes, his presence I will miss. I will see him in my dreams and...and...can I just get the dessert menu please?

New Arrival

Celebrating new things seems to be what we do. We prepare for new arrivals and share the good news of the arrival with our family and friends as well as the people around us who don't fit into those categories. Some strangers will even take notice of our new arrival and strike up a conversation with us about it and offering congratulations in the process. We are vocal about our new things and we tell it. I got a new baby, I got a new car, I got a new house, I got a new man, I got a new woman, I got accepted into college, I got a new job and the list contnues. In our excitement and depending on what the new thing is, our family and friends ask, where did you get it? Or give me that recipe, let me try it. They celebrate with you, they come see the new baby or post your good news on social media in support of your success. We celebrate all things new except for our day. Why?

Every day that we wake up is a day we have never seen before, we have never experienced it, we haven't lived in it and knew the night before that this new day was not promised to us. It's brand new, why not celebrate it just as you do every other new thing you receive in life? Why not plan for it, be grateful for its arrival, get your family and friends excited about it, show it off, be happy and love every new day you get to see. Celebrate today!

It Makes No Sense

Living in the past is just like standing in the line at your bank to withdraw the money you need to meet a payment deadline but never get the money because every time you get close to being next in line, you go to the back of the line or allow someone to cut you and then complain you couldn't meet the payment deadline because the bank closed before you can get it. It makes no sense.