Left To Myself

Tonight I was doing what I love to do in the evenings, I was sitting outside on the stairs writing on my laptop when a man approached me with a smile. I smiled back because it was the right thing to do and then he stopped to chat. I chatted with him a little bit to be polite when I learned that he doesnt even live in this complex and I know that I had seen him walk by before.

During our talk he invited me back to his house for a glass of wine. I told him No and he said, “Aww, you don’t trust me.” I could feel my Mama begin to rise up in me cuz she would have said, “Get the f*** out of my face muthaf***er!”

But I didn’t want to let him know he made me uncomfortable so I just told him that I had more writing to do. He didn’t leave. He just kept asking me questions about what I was writing, blah blah blah.

I thought about going inside but I didn’t want him to see which apartment I lived in. I looked down at my phone…Damn… None of my friends had called me tonight. I was so busy working on my project that I hadn’t noticed.

And then it dawned on me…You have no one to call to check up on you.

Lord, I know I’m a dreamer. I know my imagination runs wild and gets all flowery and fantastical but, I’d like to have at least one unimagined friend who could come see me and wouldn’t mind sitting on the floor and watching TV with me on some evenings. I don’t know who to trust here but this encounter let me know that there are weirdos in Dallas too.

Please continue to protect me and…if this is the city for me, please send someone my way who would care if I was okay or not. I knew that Houston was not for me because I did not make a single friend while I was there although I tried to be open to it. Things look the same way here. Please tell me what to do.

I trust you. I know you will take care of me.

Reminisce On the Days We Had

My younger sons birthday is coming in about two weeks. Just 3 days after mine. He’ll be 5 years old. Today I went out to pick out a book to send him for his birthday. I picked up one for his brother too. I never send just ONE gift because I don’t want either of my sons to feel left out.

I couldn’t help but think about the last time I saw my boys. They are so thick and juicy. They are turning into wonderful little boys. It’s their CHARACTER. They truly care about each other and me. They are so patient and smart too.

The last time I went to Miami, I had spent so much time fantasizing about what I would do when I saw them that I created this vision for our time together and I was dead set on making every last detail happen.

I flew into Miami on Thursday evening, picked up my rental car and drove up to my Mama’s house. My Mama is not the type to give you a hug, but I could tell she was happy to see me. We had a drink and smoked a Black together before I went to bed.

I woke up early the next morning and got dressed in some shorts and t-shirt, ready to give love and receive love from my boys.

I drove down to their Daddy’s house and I pulled up at 7:31am. I called their Daddy from the car and told him to bring the boys out, and when he opened the door all I heard was, “MAMA!!!”

My Boo Boo’s ran out to give me a hug and I cried.

We hopped into my car and they asked, “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to have fun all day,” I replied.

“No school?” my older son asked.

“No school.”

“That’s AWESOME! No spelling test!”

I laughed at him.

We went to a nearby Burger King to have breakfast and I couldn’t believe my good fortune as I sat and chatted with my boys.

After our bellies were full, I texted Dianna to ask if I could stop by to see her and her new baby. She hit me back, “Come on over!”

So my boys and I went to North Miami to see Dianna and her newborn daughter, Zaria. We had a great time hanging with Dianna. I can’t believe that trick is a Mama now. She’s loving every minute of it.

Soon it was time to head to Carol City. “Mama needs a haircut,” I told my boys and they laughed. I always take them with me to see Jonathon, my barber at the Carol City Flea Market.


While we were there I called my little sister and she met us at the Flea Market. I invited her to hang out with us because part of my vision was to go to South Beach and eat pizza with my Boo Boo’s. But first we had another stop to make. Mama needed a pedicure.


My boys took turns sitting in my lap while we were at MP Nails on 125th and Biscayne. The nail technician was annoyed by their intense questioning but I wasn’t. If they are inquisitive enough to ask, I’m gonna give them an honest answer. I don’t lie to my children about anything, not even Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. In the pic above, my Boo Boo is doing his sad face because his brother was taking a turn in my lap. He is such an actor! He knows I can’t resist his sad face too…ugh…He wins everytime.


Then we made the 15 minute drive down to South Beach. I try to take my boys there every chance I get because even though I was born and raised in the county of Dade, I had never been to South Beach until I was in college. It just wasn’t on my parent’s agenda. I could understand, mostly tourists hang out there. It’s not the REAL Miami. My boys were hot so my sister encouraged them to empty their water bottles on top of each other’s heads. They enjoyed getting all wet and sticky.
I took them to the pizza place and we ate pizza, then we walked along the streets, peeking out heads into every store to cool down. I bought them little souvenir necklaces to wear. I hope they still have them.


I was worn out by the end of out day on the Beach but my boys weren’t. My sister invited us to go up to Miramar to her place and we took the drive up and went swimming in her pool.


Afterwards, we took a shower and sat down to a great dinner. Then my boys and I cuddled up in my sister’s bed and watche a little TV before heading back out into the streets. My sister joined us as we went to Miami Beach to sit in the sand under the stars. We had a long talk as I explained to them that I was working hard in Texas and I wanted them to know that I’m doing it for them. They didn’t really want to talk about that so I led them in foot races along the shore.
They are so special! When my younger Boo Boo got upset because he kept losing the races, my Sugarbear let him win a few times so he would feel better. We finally made it back to my Mama’s house and I let the boys play a little while before climbing into bed with them. They were knocked out within minutes and I got out of bed to join my Mama and my sister in the den to listen to music.
“Go get us something to drink,” my Mama told me and my sister and I walked to the liquour store. I picked up a bottle of Hennessy and some coke and we headed back home. My sister doesn’t drink, but me and my Mama do. And we got blasted and danced and sang all the while my Mama kept saying, “Bitch you ain’t no drinker. Lemme show you how it’s done!”
You don’t want to get me drunk cuz I can’t be responsible for my actions and before I knew it my Mama was threatening to throw me out because I wouldn’t stop freestyling. I love to rhyme. I love to express myself. And when the drinks flow I will start FLOWIN and rapping about whatever comes to mind. My little sister was cracking up but I stopped cuz…My Mama told me to shut up. ~blushing~

The next morning we woke up early and I went into my Mama’s room. “Mama, we’re hungry,” I told her.

“Those are YOUR damn kids! Get in there and cook!”
Huh? ~scratches head~
Wow. Because I had been staying in hostels for so long, I hadn’t cooked anything besides pancakes in ages. I walked cautiously into the kitchen and opened the cabinet. I decided to make grits, eggs, sausage and toast for the boys. But…I don’t really know how to make grits. My sister walked in and looked over my shoulder. “Mama told me to come in here and help you.”
“Thanks girl!”
My boys ate my food! I was so proud!
After we ate, I waited around for Marsha to call me because we planned to go to the beach before it got too hot out. While the boys played restlessly on the living floor, my friend Lem stopped by to see me and he even gave me some money. My Sugarbear came over and whispered in my ear, “Is he going with us?”
“No baby. He just came by to say Hi. Mama knew him from highschool. When I was a little girl. He’s my friend.”
My phone rang and it was Marsha. “Why you didn’t call me and wake me up, it’s almost noon.”
“Girl, it’s Saturday and I wanted to let you sleep in if you wanted to. You worked all week, I didn’t.”

She came over and we headed out to Walgreens where I spent all the money Lem had given me on water guns and beach towels and other toys for the boys to play with at the beach. Then Marsha wanted a smoothie so we stopped at her favorite smoothie shop and she treated the boys to their first smoothie.

It was hot out but we didn’t care. Marsha and I laid out while the boys played in the water. When Marsha and I get together the topic of conversation is ALWAYS God’s will for our lives and us fantasizing about accomplishing our missin in Christ. We don’t agree on everything. Marsha is more of an OBEDIENCE to the Bible type of chick and I’m more open. I don’t believe that God is a task master sitting there tallying up our faults and judging us for them.
Marsha practices abstinence too and she says she is waiting until she is married before she has secks again. I ain’t into that but I don’t try to sway her. I’m waiting until God presents the man He has for me. I’m definitely gonna try to do it with him as soon as I’m sure he’s the divine selection but for some reason. I have a feeling he will make me wait. ~sigh~

After a fun day at the beach the boys and I grabbed lunch and went back to Marsha’s house. She always blesses me with clothes when I go over there. She says she needs to make room for new clothes in her closet because her closet is stuffed like a size22 chick in some size 12 jeans. Her Mama was there shaking her head at Marsha and saying, “It’s a sin. It’s a sin Marsha. It’s a sin to shop like you do. You need to give these clothes to the needy or something.”
I guess I’m the needy. Thanks Marsh!
After that I could barely make it back to my Mama’s house because I was so tired from the long day. I spent the rest of the day chillin with my boys in the house and talking to my Mama about her latest projects. My Mama is very creative. She LOVES to learn how to do computer related things. She’ll sit there and figure it out when I would call someone and say, “Do this for me! This isnt my gift. I’m a writer!” She loves to do graphic design and make DVD’s for people and all that stuff. I give her books when I can and she eats it all up. I definitely get my creativity from her.
I fell asleep with my boys in my arms on that last night together. It felt great to wake up to their smiling faces.
When I got back to Dallas, I checked back into the hostel and rested for one day, kicking it with Donovan and his friends for dinner and then going to sleep in anticipation of my first day at the website.
Ahhhh….
My boys are doing great. I have peace that it’s not time to go back to Miami although my heart says to go. I can’t go down there in the same position I left. If I move back to Miami I want to be able to get my own place immediately and not have to stay at my Mama’s house again. It’s not like she’s gonna let me stay there anyway. My Mama isn’t mean. She just expects me to take care of myself. I don’t have the option of running to her when I need help so I never consider it. Because she raised me that way, I’m bold and strong and I do things that most people never have to do.
But I believe that just like God led me here with an opportunity, He will lead me away from here with an opportunity so I will wait patiently with no anxiety, working on my side projects until the opportunity presents itself. I don’t know..I have a feeling that something will pop off while I’m here. I don’t know what it will be but I don’t believe this is the end for me and Dallas even though I’d love to see my kids more often. ~sigh~ If I could work here and they could fly up every other weekend until I get my opportunity to be near them, that would be great.
Hmm… Who knows? My imagination always precedes my blessing. Maybe it will happen.
I miss my boys. I can’t wait to see their faces again.

My Dream Website

I’ve been an avid internet addict for so long but these days I find myself becoming more and more uninterested by what’s being offered.

I guess I’m growing up through this journey and I’m seeking much more than mere entertainment to fill my days.

I wish there was a site that was developed by someone who loved inspiration as much as I do. It would be filled with the inspiring true stories of people like me, who couldn’t quite find their fit in the world until they stepped off of the beaten path and created an opportunity for themselves.

I would also like to read original words of faith to feed my spirit and encourage me through the good times and bad. It would help if some of the features were fun like games and trivia. Maybe they could offer tips and instructions on how to live life more abundantly. But…it would have to be created by someone who had actually LIVED through the situations that they were trying to motivate me through.

I’d go to this site daily if I knew I could meet others who share my dream of empowering each other to success. It would help me develop more as a person and challenge me to treat the world with the kindness and love that I seek so wholeheartedly.

I don’t know who could build such a site. They’d have to be passionate about it. I wouldn’t want it to start and then die down after a few editions. They would have to have experience at writing and even the business side of running a website too, just so that they would be able to feed themselves as they feed my spirit and uplift me.

Will a website like this ever exist?

Who’s to know?

Maybe if I pray really hard, then God will send me a sign.

But I believe that just like everything else in my imagination….

This vision will also come to pass.

Rob & Keisha’s Engagement

I’ve received this link about 3 times in the last couple of days so I finally opened it to see what all of the fuss is about.

According to the email, “..he rented out 10 rooms in the Ritz Carlton in buckhead and invited about 50-60 people to be there for this special night…Keisha had to go from room to room and in each room were people who were special to them….his boys…her girls…her Bible Study group….his parents…her parents..etc. and everybody in each room had questions that she had to answer to be able to move to the next room and before she left each room the people there would pray over her….so you have to watch each room to see how that goes…he chose roses because Keisha aunt who passed suddenly loved roses and he bought some of the dipped in gold because of the stories in the Bible about Solomon and how everything was dipped in gold and the song that you hear playing in the background was the same song that was played at Keisha aunts funeral, she was like a second mom to Keisha.”

CLICK HERE TO VIEW THE SLIDESHOW

The combination of the beautiful stage he set for his love, the powerful song of praise playing over the slide show and my own heart’s desire to one day be the woman that a brilliant man man is proud to stand beside..well..it moved me to tears.

They say it’s the thought that counts, but in this case, the ACTION required to make this event come together, spoke so much more.

I don’t really need a big grand engagement. (I’d much rather our house be big and grand) but.. for a moment, I had to sit back and wonder…how I can love so deeply and so passionately and with so much loyalty yet…I have never received anything like that in return?

It kinda makes me feel like all this talent, all this beauty, all this…flavor..well… ~shrugs~ I guess it will come in due time. I remind myself everyday as I continue to save my body, my time and my heart for someone who will appreciate it…I am okay. I will experience that thing they call…LOVE.

And because I waited for the real thing and didn’t settle for the convenient thing, it will be that much more special and blessed.

Bless you in your faith that you will be loved. Please realize that you ARE loved already…by your friends, your family and those who look up to you. As you continue to pour out blessings over their lives and love them the way God loves you…your time will come to reap every miraculous fantasy that you’ve ever dared to daydream about.

You WILL be loved. You will receive your Godsend. Just focus on God, pursue your purpose and everything will fall into place. I promise.

He Came Back

And now I’m feeling all kinds of nervous. The man from the other night. I guess I didn’t learn my lesson the first time. I guess I can’t even sit outside and talk on the phone at night because he’s gonna show up.

I screamed when I saw him as he approached me and it startled him. He stopped.

“Please leave. You make me feel uncomfortable. I don’t want to talk to you again!” I said loudly.

He walked away, turning around once to scream, “Fuck you, you bitch!”

I ran in the house and locked the door.

I called the police this time. They got here within 5 minutes and took a description and I told them what happened.

I hate feeling like this. The last time he came I couldn’t sleep that night. Now I’m all jittery again. I like to sit outside! I like to sit outside and talk on the phone or write on my laptop! What’s wrong with that? It’s MY HOUSE! Why can’t I sit on my porch?!

~sigh~

God, please give me peace of mind again…. I’d really like to go to sleep sometime soon.

Rules Of Engagement

Yesterday I was invited by one of my readers to have lunch at the South Dallas Cafe. I was excited about going down South Dallas because I heard that’s where “the people” are.

So I drove down 75 and found the spot easily. As soon as I parked and stepped out of my car I was greeted with a hearty, “HEY RED!”

I looked up and a man was standing in the middle of the parking lot, giving me the eye. I smiled and waved at him. Before I walked two more steps, two other men stopped me to tell me how beautiful I looked.

I grinned. Wow. People are actually..SMILING at me? Whoa. I had been cooped up in that office and in my apartment for so long that it was rare that I heard words of appreciation from strangers so I was definitely in heaven.

As I waited in the lobby of the restaurant, more men came in and invited me to have lunch with them. I was blowed. All of this fantasizing about men that I do and never seeing them return the appreciation….I really forgot what it felt like. I usually HATE when men ogle me because I feel like a piece of meat on display but today..SHIIITTTT– I was eating it up!

Soon a woman approached me with a smile and I knew it was Shawna. Shawna was beautiful, to say the least. It seems that all of my readers are. She has been a reader of my blog for over 3 years and takes the time to send me blessings and encouraging words.

When I was in Houston staying with the Professor, she sent me a gift to keep me going. When we finally spoke on the phone for the first time she told me, “I checked you out before contacting you. When you wrote about staying at the shelter I called them and asked for you. They told me that you hadn’t been there for a few days. That’s when I knew you were real.”

Yep. I’m real.

We walked through the line and chose our meal of soul food. Baked chicken, collard greens, macaroni and cheese and yam were my choices for this afternoon feast. Shawna had mashed potatoes and fried chicken and even picked up a plate to take home to her husband.

We chatted easily about our lives. It’s kinda weird to meet someone for the first time and they know so much about you. It turns out that Shawna is an attorney at one of the largest firms in this city.”I met The Prez before,” she told me between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes.”Really! Where?””It was at a luncheon or awards banquet. He was one of the speakers.””Oh my gosh! So you heard him SPEAK!”She laughed, “Uh..Yeah.””Did your heart beat fast too?” I asked eagerly.”Uhh..No. He ain’t all that,” she said with a laugh.I laughed loudly, managing to drown out the man playing the saxophone. He was so good that I refused to believe that he was actually playing that thing but it turns out that he was!”Well, it’s funny how we like what we like. None of my friends would think he’s attractive but they do admit that he is exactly what I like. Which is good cuz we all like different types of men so we will never fight over them.”She told me about her daughters and her husband and how she developed “an edge”. She seemed so sweet and innocent that I just laughed at her. “There’s this club about two doors down from here and let me tell you, those people are WILD.””What you mean?””I went there once with my Mom and they don’t have a liquor license so you have to bring your own bottle.””WHAT?!””Yeah….So when the waitresses comes by to take your order you say, ‘I’d like some coke and ice please.'”I cracked up.”And when the DJ announces that it’s time for the ‘hens’ to come up, all of these women come up on the stage and they dance so nasty! And there’s a video camera on them zooming in and out.”I was rolling!”I love Dallas,” I admitted.”I love it here too.””There’s a feeling that I get when I’m here. It reminds me of how I feel when I am in Miami.”Shawna was so funny! She is a certified blog connoisseur. She says she reads blogs everyday like most people read the news. She has watched as so many bloggers turn their blogs into businesses and she shared some of the methods that she has seen. I sat there taking notes on my phone as she spoke and I shared my vision for my website with her.Because I was able to work at THE WEBSITE, I learned a lot about marketing sponsorships and how to present a content package for potential advertisers. This was the final piece of the puzzle for me because I already knew how to manage content, source writers, edit and present the articles in interesting ways,Now I just need the readership to grow myself.”That’s important!” Shawna agreed. Look at Dooce!” Dooce is a woman who was fired from her job because of her blog. She was the most highly publicized incident of this occurence so the term ‘dooced’ was coined meaning, “to lose one’s job because of one’s website.” Shawna explained that after the public heard about what happened, her readership increased dramatically and advertisers were beating her down for the chance to advertise on her site. At first Dooce didn’t want to offend her readers but eventually she gave in. Now neither she or her husband have to work. Her blog takes care of the entire family.Aha!Imagine what my life would be like if I could make a profit doing what I love to do. Well…I was making a living do that at the website, but it turned out that the environment wasn’t a good fit for me. Before I knew it, Shawna said she had to get back to work and I was a little dissappointed. I really enjoyed learning from her and she was so hilarious and easy to talk with.As we walked out of the restaurant and into the parking lot I gave her a hug and told her that I appreciated her company. My friends have really been getting on me about staying cooped up in the house and not meeting people. I don’t remember the last time I had fun like this.”Wait,” Shawna said before I walked away. “I have something for you in my car.”I followed her to her car and she went into her trunk, producing a big bag of….groceries. I adjusted my sunglasses so she couldn’t see the tears and I reached out my hand to accept her gift. Then she reached into her purse and gave me two folded bills and said, “Please go to the grocery store.”I can’t believe how much God is blessing me through the wonderful people that I meet through this website. All I do is share myself openly and people feel so connected to me. There are so many great people out there that I can’t doubt that I am loveable. The love I receive through this blog negates all of the personal criticisms my former director would try to say about me and anything negative my BBDD ever said about me. As I sat down in the drivers seat of my car, I took a minute to allow my emotions to flow. I am so grateful to God because everytime I’m in need, He shows up right on time to get me through to the next blessing.As I drove back on 75 North I thought about Kim and her blessing. I wrote a story about it and posted in my scribd account and so many people have told me how blessed they were by her testimony.Then my thoughts turned to Tamara and the wedding dress she picked out. She made me promise not to show it to anyone and I’m glad she did because I was itching to email the link to everyone I knew. I have never seen a more beautiful wedding gown in my life. “Your man is going to fall in love with you all over again when he sees you in that dress,” I told her during an IM conversation. “When you’re done with it, let me have it.”After that my thoughts turned to all of the men who had offered me their contact information while I was waiting for Shawna to show up. I considered the offer from one of the men but changed my mind quickly reminding myself that I am a woman all alone in a city and I can’t date anyone until I have friends who can have my back in case any of them turn out to be nuts.Besides, I don’t believe God is going to send my special man like that. He’s not gonna walk up to me admiring the way I look in my jeans. He’s not gonna holla, “HEY RED!” like some thug on the street. So I reject ALL offers of friendship from men who don’t know anything about me. They don’t want to be my friend, they want to see me in my thong. Being all alone is a bitch but I refuse to compromise with the type of man that I know I deserve, just to have some company. I’ve done that before and I have learned my lesson. It’s time for a new thing.I combat my desire to be touched with lots of hot showers. The warm water cascading over my pecan skin soothes me. I take lots of showers these days.I drive away loneliness by calling my friends who bless me with words of praise and admiration.I embrace my heart’s desire to experience love by fantasizing about the perfect man, the perfect house and my perfect family. I immerse myself in these fantasies daily, trying so hard not to place a particular face on the man involved. When I attach myself to a certain man, I am always dissappointed when the man doesn’t turn out to be who I envisioned him to be.I am so at peace right now. I know that God is my supply and He is well able to take care of my every need. I cast the burden of lack on God, who is my supply.He will open a door SOON for income and I will be able to take care of myself as He aligns me with His divine will for my life. The divine plan can not be stopped by anything I say or do. And since I always wake up praising His name and asking for direction for my day, I am confident that He has led me and will continue to lead me into my promised land.

My Recurring Dream

~stretching~

Wow. It feels great to take a nap during the day.

B’cept…B’cept…

This is the fifth time that I have had the same dream and I don’t understand why.

It’s not like I think dreams are the end all be all, it’s just, when a dream is recurring I wonder if God is trying to tell me something.

Today was the fifth time that I dreamt that I went back to work with the website. It’s not like it’s a dream where I was STILL at the website, the dreams I have are always of my first day back. No dream is exactly the same scenario, but the theme is the same; I’m back at the website again.

Today I dreamt that I had an assignment due and I went in and did it and my director walked by and ignored me but I knew that I was being invited back. I was wearing a string bikini which I would NEVER wear outside of my house but on this day, I felt GREAT and proud of what I looked like.

Maybe all of these dreams stem from the fact that I am STILL being lectured by my friends about leaving there. “Tee,” my girl Tonya told me last night. “You can’t keep walking away from opportunities like that. You can’t make hasty decisions like that. This man you were working for was obviously looking out for you and now you have to prove yourself to him all over again. Now you are all on your own because no one can stand behind your abilities because you never proved yourself. This could have been the place where the whole country recognized what you can do, but instead of working through your problems, you walked away. You have to humble yourself and just..TAKE IT. Whatever the mess is…TAKE IT and reap the benefits later.”

Take it?

Her words pierced me, a little. I’m sorry but It’s hard for me to take advice from someone who is not where I want to be in life. No one I know would make the decisions that I make but when it comes down to it, when I listen to my friends, most times I regret it. I know how to make the best decisions for me. I know what feels right for me and what’s important to me is not a paycheck. I yearn to FEEL APPRECIATED and to be RESPECTED in the workplace.

I don’t think I’m asking for too much. But I guess the world disagrees. Maybe everyone is out there grinding it out and taking it…just to pay bills.

You all KNOW my past and you KNOW how I seem to attract directors who use abusive words toward me. You KNOW my history with abuse and how for me…finally learning how to stand up for myself is important.

And for me…standing up for myself means walking away the FIRST time it happens. It’s not like I didn’t tell them when I started there: If you disrespect me and don’t appreciate me then that means this is not the place for me. I actually said those words. She STILL insulted me after I told her more than once that I would appreciate it if she did not make criticisms about my work ethic and lifestyle choices. I even asked to be considered for freelance or contracted work. I was trying to adjust. I tried. But when it came down to it, I had lost my smile. I was unhappy everyday and I didn’t like having to convince myself that I was in a place of blessing.

See…when I was younger I had a bit of a temper. I am my Mama’s child, after all. My Mama told me that when she was younger, her motto in the workplace was… “Beat that bitch ass! I can always find another job!”

Now, I’m not a fighting chick because I’m more eloquent than that, but I do realize that I need to work on standing up for myself in different ways. My friend Kim is excellent at standing up for herself. She doesn’t let anything slide. She speaks quickly, firmly and in a ladylike fashion and the other person knows they had better not go there again with her.

I, on the other hand, will just sit and take it as if the person is not offending me. The reason I do this is because I have to analyze whether or not what the person is saying is truly offensive, even though my feelings are hurt. I know that I am hypersensitive and I try to take that into account before I react. So I just take it…and take it.. and analyze it..and take it.. and then when I’m sure that the person doesn’t mean me well with their words or actions, I BLOW THE FUCK UP!

So…before I allow anyone to see the Liberty City in me..I’d rather walk away. I only wish I could receive what I give in the workplace. I don’t mess with anyone. Like Ruby said the other day, “I just want to WORK. That’s all.” I agree. I just want to work hard and exceed expectations and give my gift.

So yes, I do believe that this position could have set me in a place for my work to be appreciated by millions. And yes, I do miss my duties and responsibilities, but I am not a liar and I told her specifically what I required from a workplace and she still insulted me.

You know..I will finally be able to move on once my friends stop questioning me. I know they worry about me and I know they want me to be settled. I want to be settled too. I really do.

It’s no fun sitting on the floor believing God for sustenance when you know you have the skills to take care of yourself. I still don’t believe I was wrong for walking away.

And what people don’t realize is…it’s done with. I can’t take it back now. So…please stop telling me what I should have done and if you really want to help, tell me what I should be doing now.

All my love…

Baby Steps

I hung out with a guy tonight.

I’m being bold and stepping out.

I met him, thought he was cool and we took a walk together.

He was nice enough, kinda hood-ish so he reminded me of back home.

I called three of my friends to tell them where I was going. I called my neighbor too.

I was very, very nervous but I know I have to stop hiding from the world.

So I met him.

We walked and talked for 30 minutes.

He’s my age and originally from Dallas.

When we were parting ways after our walk he said, “You done messed up and rolled up on a real nicca. If anybody bother you, I got you. Holla at a nicca, I’ll take care of that.”

I was like…damn. It would be nice to have a real guy friend.

I pray for God’s protection over my life. I pray that I only attract those people who are like me and those who are not like me, be instantly repelled by me, immediately.

Looking At Myself

God, you know I may be overzealous at times.

I just…don’t know what to do with myself.

I don’t want to stand in my own way with being who I am.

Sometimes I just don’t know what to do with myself.

At times I feel like a leaf floating in the wind. I can’t figure out how to change the wind to go where I want to go. All I know is that I have a destination and a pure heart’s desire to get there. I’m not perfect. I have strong emotions coupled with strong desires and intense passion for life and writing. I try so hard everyday to please God with my life. I try to be truthful to who I am. I’m not into games or manipulation. I want to be the truth. And truthfully give.

I just want to give my gift. I’m trying to do what I love to do. I’m trying to give this thing inside of me. I have so much to pour out. I feel like I’m exploding with creative ideas and passion and power and I can’t find room to contain it all. I just want to give my gift. I want to give it hard and give it strong. I want to just be able to sit back, not have to think about bills, office politics or not being able to see my kids. Imagine what I could do!

I’m excited that I’m finally at a place where I don’t allow other people’s opinions to move me. I don’t need to get a general consensus before I do anything anymore. I don’t need everyone’s opinion because no one would ever make a decision in the way that I would. And I’m okay with that. I’m okay with not going with the popular choice. I don’t want the popular outcome anyway. I’m not trying to hurt anybody, I’m just trying to do what I love to do.

When I get nervous about wondering if anyone would ever see my gift and allow me to give FREELY, I remind myself, “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose”

I believe I am included in that.

And one day…somehow I will make way for my gift to be given in this world. All of me…will be well appreciated…one day.

I Love Me

I celebrate who I am.

I am such a beautiful creation of God.

I love him in truth and trust Him to guide me into all that He has purposed me to be.

I worship Him with my life and the way that I love myself.

I accept everything that is within me and I embrace it fully.

No one can fulfill my purpose but me.

My train can not be derailed.

I trust my intuition, which is God speaking to me.

I can not make a mistake because my footsteps are aligned with His.

He is holding me by my right hand and He is with me.

All of me. Even those imperfections that I abhor, those are all His unique markings.

I am an individual.

I am a strong woman of faith.

And He made me cute…that’s a plus.

I love me.