The Good Life

Life has been going pretty much GREAT!

My sons are a handful but that is to be expected, after all they’re boys and they have ME for a Mama. I’m a handful myself so what else can I expect?

All day long I sit, think and write. Then when I get home I cook, bathe kids, talk a lil bit and put them to sleep. Then I sit, think and write some more. My work mirrors my play. Ain’t that funny?

I found a new website that I’ve fallen in love with. It’s called EmergingMinds. I have decided to contribute to the site and I think Yolanda should too. She has more opinions than anyone I know. ~smile~ The writers on that site are not amateurs which means that only a select few with a distinct style will get published.

I’ve also fallen in love all over again with two of my favorite bloggers, Sometimes Misunderstood and Slightly Chaotic. Of all the blogs I’ve ever read these two are consistent with the type of writing I love to read. They tell STORIES. They don’t try to incite a riot, teach a lesson, prove how intelligent they are or entertain us. They simply tell their life stories as plain as can be for us to enjoy and I do! EVERYDAY!

Regular lives fascinate me.

My regular life fascinates me too. Lately I’ve been feeling so good that I almost dreaded celebrating the feeling for fear something bad would happen and the joy would go away. Then I told myself that I can’t suppress my excitement in anticipation of pain. I have to enjoy every drop of this season of jubilation, so I am!

My job is still going great. Being creative for a living and doing it on the side is a bit much, but hey, I expect to be on the grind for a little while longer then ~poof~ things will slow down for me as I make more money for each writing assignment and have to do less pro bono work.

I saw Tamara and her man tonight. She arrived in town a few hours ago with her boyfriend who is F-I-N-E! I’d sure like to climb his tree! But really, he looks like every other boyfriend she’s had. I guess we never stray far from our ‘type’. I wonder what would happen if we ever did?

I don’t really have a type but I am usually attracted to short, nerdy looking guys with quirky personalities and strong resumes.

But my ideal husband would look like Ice Cube in the movie, Are We There Yet? Damn, he was so fine in that movie! I like a man with some meat on em. Hell, a lil chub on’em. Ok, I like big belly men. That way he’ll never be able to call me fat no matter how much weight I gain. And he’s nice and warm on cold winter nights.

I try to stay away from the subject of men but I’ll be damned if that’s not the only subject my friends want to talk about. I’ll listen for a few minutes then I’ll need to re-direct the conversation back to dreams and goals. These chicks are losing their minds worrying about when they are gonna get married. If they put half the thought they dedicate to men into preparing for their financial futures, they’d all be millionaires right now.

But I realize that everyone has their own priorities and I guess for the late 20 somethings like myself, getting married is on the list. It’s not on my list. Not yet anyway. I have to be very successful before I even consider it because the type of man I want to attract won’t be attracted to me right now. I think I’d have to be more spiritually in tune with God and myself and more established professionally because I’d like the man to have those same characteristics and we all know like spirits attract.

But sadly, for most women, a professional man with stability, financial security and a bright future is too much to hope for, even when they themselves have all those things. So they grab anything that gives them a second look because their biggest fear is being alone. They need that promise of eternal love to feel complete. They need that validation that approval because then they’ll know that they are okay. Someone wants them. They are worthy of love.

And I understand them to an extent.

Until I attain the vision that I have for my life, I will feel incomplete too.

I’m tired but I’m waiting for the clothes to finish spinning so I can throw them in the dryer and go to sleep. I should be writing one of the articles due this weekend but I wrote 2 last night and revised another so I was up pretty late and my body is feelin it.

I got another assignment with the Miami Herald ya’ll. They still haven’t published the first one but she told me she’d let me know when it would go in. I don’t care because it seems like I made the cut and am now a regular freelancer! Which means- MO MONEY, MO MONEY, MO MONEY!!!

See! No child support and I’m still gonna be alright. God always provides. He made a way for me to make more money than I was getting from their daddy and I don’t have to ask THE MONSTER for a thang.

Life is sweet and the cyle just stopped spinning so I’m off to get some rest.

Enjoy the pleasant moments without fear. You deserve happiness. I deserve it.

I’m gonna relish every second.