Wow.
Last week, my Mama got on my nerves so badly that I packed up my car and gave her the key back. In hindsight I realize how juvenile that may have seemed but it was just the push I needed to get on my true hustle.
I roughed it for a couple of nights, completely scaring the hell out of my friends. What I realized about myself is the fact that I am very stubborn and spoiled and I expect that things are going to be exactly how I want them or I’m not interested in being a part of it.
In essence, I’m a brat.
But it’s my parents fault. They always gave me whatever I wanted and when they tried to give me something I didn’t want, I would look at them like they were crazy. “Take that back, I don’t like that.”
You can imagine how difficult it was to buy Christmas presents for a spoiled little brat like that. But being so spoiled materialistically also gave me the attitude that I can have anything I want at any given time, so I approach every situation in that way. If I’m going for a job, I know I’ll get it. If I’m going for an award, I expect to come out on top. I don’t stress about the things I really want because I feel like I’m the shit and I deserve it.
Anyway, after stressing my friends and family out I was on campus turning in my last paper for my class and my sister suggested that I go and see about on campus housing.
I shrugged and walked over to the office, spoke with the administrator and I had to blink three times when she said, “Sure, you can move in on Sunday. A meal plan is included with each housing assignment so you will have three meals a day. Stop by at noon and you can pick up your key.”
Dayummmm!
All these months of not knowing when or HOW I’d ever be able to get my own place and…it just came. And I don’t have to pay for it until next semester either.
I moved into my dorm room laughing the whole wild because…dang…I’m truly living the college life again. At least for the summer. My Mama is so happy now! She completely flipped her stank attitude and our relationship is a lot better now. I went to see her yesterday after hanging out with my little sister and my Mama and I had a drink and watched a movie. We had a great time.
What’s it like living in the dorms again? Well, it’s about the same except I don’t have to share a bathroom with as many people. My room is connected to another room by a bathroom and the girl on the other side seems cool, she came over and helped me to rearrange my furniture and showed me how to hook up my internet connection.
So…really, because I believe I can have anything I want, I always get it. I wanted a private place where I can do whatever I like and I knew I didnt have any money so I was puzzled about how it could actually happen. But it happened…
Who knew????
Another cool thing that happened this weekend is…My little sister got engaged. Remember that great guy that she has been seeing for the past 6 months, well, he proposed to her early Sunday morning and she said Yes. I wish you could meet my sister so you would understand how duded drool over her consistently. She’s quick to drop a dude if he’s not being good to her and with the exception of her ex husband, I’ve never seen her be all gone off of a dude and allowed him to disrespect her.
I’m truly happy for her this time. Last time she was about to get married, no one liked her husband and I sure didn’t. But this dude…THIS DUDE….he sees her as his responsibility. He takes such good care of her, he listens to her, he values her opinion and best of all..he’s FINE.
Sometimes I have to look away. But he’s never looking at me, he just stares at her like she dropped from heaven. And he treats her that way too.
So my goal is to find a good job, find a place to live and be able to welcome my sons back into my home by the end of my time here on campus. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Well, stranger things have happened.
I’ve been on the grind, completely motivated by this blessing and I’ve been encouraging an old friend that I ran into to do the same. She and I attended a conference about how to get grants today and it was very informative but the grand they were trying to charge for their 2-day seminar did not fit into my budget. I’m glad I went though, I was very much encouraged by the presentation and I was reminded that all success begins first in our imagination.
Imagination, inspiration and then action is the formula I am trying to follow in everything that I do.
I had a similar conversation with my friend Tamara’s Mom last night and as we both listened to her preach about calling things into existence through our imagination I was stunned, she really encouraged me.
But let me go, this week I’m writing about How to Move On After A Relationship Ends. For some reason I think people would benefit from this series. I’m about to interview a guy friend about why some men can’t move on.
I hope you enjoy the articles and videos that I’m posting!
Cheers and blessings!