Have you ever looked I mean really looked at your self in a mirror? Like after you take a shower, you look in a full length mirror and see your full naked body? In any growth process it is always necessary to check how things are going. On this current quest of betterment of self I did a self assessment of my physical person today. I looked at the stretch marks that tell the story of the births of my two daughters. 30 and 25, a long time ago yet seems like yesterday. I know that with age comes definite certainties that effect our bodies. Lose in muscle tone, sagging of certain parts, things giggle or wiggle more than they used to. It’s all part of the process. Of course you can work out to hold those saggy parts together longer, or lift weights to keep things from giggling or wiggling right now. I will eventually do whatever it is that those parts are going to do and it’s all okay. Love the skin you are in. If your heart is healthy and you feel good about yourself, so be it. I can stand to loose about 7 more pounds which will be 20 since September. It’s taking forever (I don’t try real hard every day) and that’s my personal struggle.
Varicose veins, cellulite, marks from bruises from known and unknown sources. My body, my temple a few tattoos and whole lot of stories to tell. It’s okay because at the end of the day I am the best me, right now than I have ever been. Sexiness is a state of mind and my mind says hell yes I am all of that. I am sexy, I am beautiful, I am torn and full of life. I have allowed my self to be held by the standards of others for far too long. I am now free to be me and I am embracing my freedom from the things I allowed myself to be held hostage by. I have the strength of the Wakanda female army to overcome any battle or adversity that life has thrown at me. I am determined to live the next segment of my life unencumbered, unapologetic and unashamed. I will embrace the marks of past hurts, growth both physical and mental and the loss of weight both mental and physical in order to live the next segment of my life in all my naked glory. In the words of Meghan Trainor, I Love Me, I love me, I don’t know about you but baby I love me.
Please hear me when I say this…Get your grown ass somewhere and SAT down!!!!!!!! How in the Sam hell (whoever Sam is) are you going to be petty and child like because YOU made a decision and didn’t ask me first THEN decide to tell me of said decision and I don’t jump on your bandwagon. Boy bye. I am a planner, I do not, do, like, tolerate or take to kindly to last minute plans. I am not wired that way, and while I am all about change I am not all about change…at the last damn minute. Now, if I have something going on that I intend to make you part of, it’s written on the BIG WHITE BOARD that sits on the side of the refrigerator. You can’t help but see it. We also have at least two to three conversations about it because I must live with the most forgetful man in the world. So with that being said, I don’t consider anything last minute because I like to plan out weeks in advance for whatever. Unless it’s something like hey let’s go get ice cream after work, or can we run to IKEA tomorrow…something simple.
Here is a perfect example of how a little effective communication will prevent a major cussing out. So, again, I advise you (sounds better than tell) of an outing that we have on OUR social calendar (that is also on that dang whiteboard that NOBODY seems to flipping read) as well as have a pretty in depth conversation about said outing. Cool. We have it all set and ready to go. Sometime prior (Feb 19th to be exact) you send me a flyer about a guy retiring at your job. Blank Stare. That’s it. No hey, Mr. so and so is retiring and since we share the same last name, I would like US to attend. Nor a hey this dude is retiring and although you don’t know him but maybe we could go to the shindig and maybe grab a bite to eat afterwards. No, none of that. Matter of fact you kind of forgot about it. What I can not or will not tolerate is you acting like a brat because you forgot about it and want to then kinda pout and throw in my face the fact that we just did something the night before with “my folks” (work or otherwise). Now again mind you, other than you sending me a picture of the flyer you never mentioned it again. Sunday is a prep day for me. Pick out clothes for the week, yes the week, then whatever cleaning not done the day before, or simply to veg out. Mental preparation for Monday is vital and may take all day.
At any rate what’s not going to happen is a last minute decision to attend a retirement party at 6 to end at 8 AND you want me to drive to your job, pick you up, then eat dinner? Have you met me?????? Dude we ain’t doing that…NO SIR! Maybe I’m too rigid on some things but I can’t deal with selfish babies (dressed as 50 something year old men). Stop your whining and pouting and do better. I started this post last week didn’t finish until today and again he does it AGAIN. Sends a flyer with the words Mark it down. Who the hell you talking to first of all. Via text mind you, his only saving grace. I typed back hold the presses. You need to ask me if I got something going on…mind you it’s Monday and this thing is on Saturday…not last minute per say but yes I have plans for Saturday that I made weeks ago…so what it’s in the morning that is not the point. Then I politely state that you can say hey I would like for US to go…why is this so freaking hard? He regroups and ASKS me properly. He thanked for me helping him with his approach with better communicating with me (I was going to light his ass up). I know this seems to be going on forever, I am almost done. This is my process of instead of being a raving lunatic bitch to my husband, I write it all out and then I can move past it.
Exhaling the bullshit…I feel better now.
Let us all be great. Let us all be grown up and let us all be responsible for what we say or do. As grown up men and women, but I’m mostly speaking to the women and only to the ones where the following scenario will apply. If it’s not your issue or your problem then I’m not speaking to you. For the other others of us that may be guilty of saying something shady or catty to another only to have that shit come back in an unlikely format, STOP IT!!! Why can’t we learn to be a confidante like we pretend to be. If I tell you something I should not have to say don’t tell nobody. Hell I came to you in confidence other wise I would have said it in a different format. There is never a time or place that it is okay for one grown man or woman to tell another grown man or woman something only for it to bite him or her in the ass. That. Is. Not. Cool. Damnit.
Now look, life is hard a damn nough just living day to day. We should not have to have a full blown blow up about shit that is said in confidence and by some small thing that transpired it seemed that one small thing is now magnified. Let’s not be that person. We are all entitled to our opinions and thoughts that does not make them right or correct. We all have something that we don’t like or agree with about someone else’s life or choices. Guess what? If they didn’t ask you, mind your damn business… I don’t agree with everything that folks say in real life or via social media but if these said people are not part of our daily real life they don’t even matter. When will we stop letting unnecessary people and situations dictate our lives? There are some people that thrive off of keeping up shit and causing drama for others because they don’t have shit else to do. Or they don’t realize their actions are detrimental in how they choose to conduct themselves. Either way stop it, right damn now. Let people be great, let them do them. If you don’t like it, so what. If what they say or do doesn’t effect your day to day goings on then keep your mouth shut and keep it moving. People are miserable and misery loves company…you don’t have to be that company. Rise above the silliness and pettiness that keeps shit stirring. Let us all be great even if it’s only in the little circle that we revolve in.
It is the Lenten season, and what are you giving up? I’ve tried it all. Sweets, candy, cracking my knuckles, cussing (that never worked), and various other things. This year however, I wanted to not give up anything but incorporate some things. Like reading more, writing more, meditating or learning to woosah. What I did decide was to give up my family. I have decided not to fuss, that means I won’t be talking to them about the matters that cause me to lose my shit. There are things that burn my biscuits like dishes in the sink. Not just dishes but if I’ve been gone from home for a weekend and come home and there’s a sink full of dishes that I didn’t use and you expect me to wash them. Oh hell to the naw. That will get you cussed out very fast. The lack of other people knowing how to (pretending) clean up after themselves. The bathroom is is huge source of my irritation because I don’t stand to piss, yet I’m the one cleaning the piss off the toilet bowl. No fuckers. Not doing it. Well I will but I’m not going to cuss anybody out about it cause at this point it don’t even matter. I realize that if I am going to clean it I shouldn’t be cussing folks about it because it don’t really change it or make it any better cause they only fall in line for a few minutes then it’s back to their old habits.
So I figured it would just be easier to stop giving fucks to things not richly deserving of them (read the book, The Subtle Art of Not Giving A Fuck). Instead I will just see how things go. Thus far the sink is dish free and there are paper plates at the ready to be used. Mind you those are courtesy of the 25 year old who would rather not wash the dishes anyway although she did do the last full sink full. While doing said dishes she kindly let it be known that that was her last time. Ok, use your paper plates suga. The man, well he just go with the flow. We will see how that turns out when his shoes go missing that he don’t put away or shit he can’t find cause he left it on the table too long and then I put it where I deemed it should be. Garbage, in his basket on the desk or hidden under the nightstand. Somewhere just to make a point. Put your shit away. I know I can’t be the only female or person for that matter that deals with this but I may be a little worse with the reaction because I don’t ask for a lot from these people. Clean your mess, wipe up spills or pee, clean the damn sink and tub. There are various cleaning products everywhere…use them please.
Thou shalt not get my energy. Thou shalt not have me committed for going off on you for the 999th time about putting your shit away. Thou shalt not steal my energy with things that don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Thou shalt not make me lose my shit or give fucks that are not warranted. THOU SHALT NOT!!!!
Listen to me folks. Do NOT TAKE LIFE FOR GRANTED. I know it’s easy to get caught up in the day to day and routines of your Monday through Friday life. Things come at you way to fast and you can get caught with your pants down and unprepared for what is about to come. Last year this time was rough. My husband contract a illness that attacked his blood. Folks he is still here today but knows how blessed he is to be alive here today. I too being with him the whole time during this 9 day stint in the hospital realize how things can escalate so fast. I learned a lot of new terms the most scary being rapid response…that means shit just got real. The swarm that invaded his room and the looks on their faces in no uncertain terms let me know that the seriousness of the current situation was not being taken lightly. Not even a little bit. Fast forward one year and we find ourselves back in the ER. Vasovagal syncope is now added to his list of health problems. Blood pressure can drop with current meds and drinking causes further drop and boom- down goes Frazier, or whatever his name might be.
So to deal with that and come through it made buying and wearing this shirt make sense for me. I am happy within myself first off. Happiness is an inside job folks. Hope that’s not news for any of you and if it is tap into that. Second, other sources of happiness are external and can and should cause great senses of joy and put a smile on your face. I love my husband despite the hell we have GONE THROUGH!!! For the gone though I can greatly appreciate the happiness of knowing that surely what doesn’t kill you (or if you don’t kill each other) will make you stronger. Through this strength you learn to love deeper and appreciate the moments of total bliss and those things that make you laugh. Love is what gives life meaning (Debbie Smith) and gives the wherewithal to endure those moments of uncertainty but allows you to go through it together.
Life is an adventure done right, it only needs to be once. We all have a past, skeleton collections and bad decisions. Yet, we move on, ask for forgiveness and forgive ourselves. In the quiet moments of the day we reflect. If it hadn’t been for that, this wouldn’t be. If I hadn’t hurt her, then I wouldn’t have been able to see this. I was an ass so this is what happened because of that. There is a cause and effect for our actions. Not every denial is a defeat. Not every no is final, sometimes it’s just a long pause- a hold on just a moment there are 15 calls ahead of you. Impatient people hang up, sometimes however it’s worth the wait. The greatest moments in my life have come from hurt, heartbreak, despair and betrayal. I am today from those moments of clarity. The ability or growth to step back, assess the situation and hold! Hold on to those things worth fighting for. When the new day comes and you can look at the big picture you see it better. Clarity and perspective are worth the wait.