the longest part of my hair is only a few inches from my waist.
as i get older, people seem to find new ways to try what my mother always called my "seemingly infinite" patience. i've been gifted with some, but i ain't got nothin on god if the most high sees fit to love us thru some of the nonsense i encounter daily.
i do not bounce back quickly from honey's absences. i wish i could, but i just don't. i'm always afraid i'll turn around and he'll be gone again. even when i know he won't.
being both deep as the ocean and goofy as a 2-year old is not a contradiction.
i know a lot, but i understand now that everything i know is just a foundation for the wealth of knowledge that's coming.
sometimes i have to have my back against a wall before i realize how strong/resilient/resourceful i am.
i don't write enough.
this city might be too small for me. but i might have to stay anyway.
i don't read as much as i need to to keep my brain awake.
i talk a lot of shit, but the idea of me being a mother isn't nearly as frightening or daunting as i try to make it out to be.
words have power.
learning to accept my blessings and use them to my advantage is not something i should feel guilty about. if i don't learn how to use my gifts to their fullest capacity, then i am also cheating myself of the opportunity to contribute to the elevation of my community--be it my family, my neighborhood, or my planet.
...i'm sure i'll do another one of these posts in the future. it's sort of a gratitude & goal list all tied up into one.
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