God is a funny funny immortal being. Just when I think, maybe, just maybe I can rest my mind and settle, He has a way of confusing me once again. I thought I was finally in a position to be happy with my job and my family life. I thought maybe things were lining up…
Tag: writing
Ode to my rapper
I am in love. Yes. No, I’m not kidding. Love-love. That kinda crazy, you talk a little too much and you share your dreams type of shit. And I’m terrified. Gosh, I’m terrified. It’s real and I am scared shitless about giving myself to someone like I have been. He’s passed every test and checked…
A philosophy of sorts
Sometimes you wake up and you look at yourself and you’re like, “Damn. I’m fly.” And it’s not just like you have a cute outfit on or your makeup is on point, it’s that you feel good about your insides and your actions and you may not know exactly what is going on at all…
Spence
My therapist is encouraging me to be as genuine as possible in everything I do. So I’m trying to do that more. Just be a little more upfront. Y’all are probably thinking “Bitch, you’re always upfront. What are you talking about?” To which I would say, “Yes. On here.” Trying to do that a little…
Come with me…
…and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination… Pure imagination. What even is that? For no matter how hard I dream, I don’t know if I could fully dream without restriction. Even my dream dreams have restrictions. Love is weird. Not much else to say. It’s weird. And it can be sad. It makes…
Thunderstorms and beaches
I have these moments, many if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, where I am/feel like a bad bitch. You know? I feel like I can walk the streets by myself and be so comfortable and badass. Then… Then there are other times. When it’s raining and there is a storm watch for like…
Love letter to men
I’m in the mood to rant and I’ve got some time before church so imma go in for a second. Men, listen, you are not the keeper of my thoughts. You don’t know what my past is, you don’t know my life. If you make assumptions you not only prove yourself to be an ass,…
I didn’t sign up for this…
Sometimes I think Man, I did NOT sign up for this. I did not pen my name On this crazy ass contract. For the 4am wake ups. For the monthly bouts of pain. For the hurling of painful events In q u i c k succession. I did NOT sign up for this. I didn’t…
Paul
Suggested soundtrack: The Winner Is – Mychael Danna and DeVotchKa I’ve always tried to be weirdly honest on this blog. I do this because I believe in transparency (even if it’s only with strangers) but also because I think it plays into the central goal of this blog: to better understand myself and my relationships by closely…
Ummm Ok
Have you ever experienced selective remembering? I’ve been having a couple cases of that the last few days. When something reminds you of good times with a person and you’re like, “I should call that person up and tell them,” but then you remember you don’t have that relationship anymore. There is also the case…
Serenity Searching 