I can only be me

I can only be me

So I am done telling you what I’m not

All I can do is show you who I am

And pray that one day you’ll see, that’s a pretty cool thing to be

Lost in translation, you have a hard time understanding what I’m saying

Looking for hidden meanings when there are none

You say I don’t treat you like others and my response to that is

I may not always tell you what you want to hear

But I”m a true blue kind of friend, always loyal to the end

 Even when you’re a butt to me

As we both know you have a tendency to be

 I’ll still have your back

Why you ask? Because, that’s just me being me

And one day I pray you’ll see, that’s a pretty cool thing to be

Strike while the iron is hot

I’m learning how to use all the things around me to write when inspiration finds me.  Earlier this week I got an idea for a short story which I kept brushing off, but the characters kept begging me to tell their story. And since I knew they would soon begin to haunt me in my sleep, I gave in and started on a piece entitled: Stealing Joy. I’ve only written a few notes, but I know the gist of how I want the story to unfold, and will start writing it tomorrow.

Then today, while on my way to the movies, I got an idea for another story, which I’m thinking about possibly writing as a script for a movie, and I jotted down some ideas using my phone. That was the first time I’ve ever used the notes option on my phone, which made me hate my phone a little bit less today lol. And I used it a second time when I woke up after my nap and got the urge to write a poem, which I will post shortly. So from now on, I will be putting my pen to paper whenever the feeling moves me, and strike while the iron is hot.

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Maria sat at the crowded bar sipping on an apple martini, hoping it would calm her nerves.  First dates always made her nervous. “Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” Maria turned to see a stunning brunette performing a balancing act with a purse in one hand and a glass in the other. It looked as though she’d been tossed about in the sea of people who were there unwinding from a hard day’s work. Maria smiled and motioned for her to join her, welcoming the distraction. “I don’t know why my …

Time flies when you’re having fun

As I sit here typing this it hit me that January is more than half way over. The new year brought new opportunities for self reflection, and I know I’m late posting mine, but here goes. 2011 was an amazing year, and  filled with a lot of firsts. I traveled quite a bit, and even made some new friends along the way.

I got to attend Jazz in the Gardens, which is  music festival in Miami, FL. And in June I went on my first cruise, which in turn took me out of the country for the first time ever. I also went horseback riding for the first time, and as much as I loved it, haven’t done it since June. I’ll work to remedy that soon lol. Plus in September I got to finally spend Memorial Day weekend with my sisters in Orlando. I know you’re probably thinking what’s so special about that, but it’s become a tradition over the past few years, one that I didn’t get to participate in the first few times since I was in a relationship. So, this year I got to stay at the Ritz Carlton and be completely lazy and enjoy the extremely nice ambiance of the hotel. Then in October I went back to Vegas, and that’s where I met my new bff lol. And at Thanksgiving, I got to bake my first cake from scratch. To you that may not be a big deal, but to see the smile on my 7 year old niece’s face while preparing that cake, made my day.

As January 2012 comes to a close, I have tentatively planned two trips for this year and have decided to apply for an internship of sorts in D.C. I have been doing endless research on freelance writing, fellowships, and grants for artist, and by the grace of God, stumbled upon quite a lot of helpful information which continues to come to me all sorts of ways. I vowed to make 2012 all about my writing ambitions, and think I am off to a pretty good start. And considering how quickly 2011 came and went, I’m sure this year will do the same. So with being said, I’ll bring my rambling to an end. Have a great night and a very happy new year!

In rememberance of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

All across the nation today, parades and celebrations are being held in honor of the great activist, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and I thought not only was it appropriate, but necessary to write a few words in remembrance of his legacy. Although today is a national holiday, we should remember what he stood for, which was not only  a belief that he lived for, but died for.

He died while fighting for the equality of all people. And although we have made progress, we still have a ways to go before his dream can be fully realized. But I won’t go off on one of my tangents about what’s wrong with the black community today, because it’s not about me today, it’s about him. And with that in mind, I have complied a list of his quotes, and all I can say is WOW. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

  1. When you are right you cannot be too radical; when you are wrong, you cannot be too conservative.
  2. Ten thousand fools proclaim themselves into obscurity, while one wise man forgets himself into immortality.
  3. I submit to you that if a man hasn’t discovered something he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.
  4. Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
  5. In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
  6. Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.
  7. Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
  8. Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the whole staircase.
  9. Let no man pull you low enough to hate him.
  10. Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Confessions of a hopeful romantic: It had to be you

The other night while on the phone with my baby sister, I refer to her as my baby even though she just turned 28, we started talking about relationships, past and present, and I thought about someone that I dated almost three years ago. Every now and then he pops into my head, and for a moment, I kick myself for not being more patient when dating him. Basically he wasn’t ready for a relationship and I was, so we decided to part ways so that I could find what I thought I was looking for. And months later I did, I met the young man who is now my ex lol.He’ll sometimes give you what you thought you wanted, just to show you that you really have no idea what you really need.I swear God has the best sense of humor ever, but I now hear him loud and clear, I need to learn to be patient.

Despite all the heart ache and disappoint, every now and then He let’s me know that I am on the right path to finding my one and only. I think about all of the men that I’ve dated, or loved, and can now see why things didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be because they weren’t who He has in store for me. But I don’t regret any of it because they helped me see what qualities I want in a husband. And in the words of Marilyn Monroe, “I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” I now accept that it didn’t work out with anyone else because it had to be you. :-)

Smile because life is worthwhile

Yesterday I felt like a fraud. I woke you with plans of writing until my fingers cramped up, but instead, I threw myself somewhat of a pity party. A couple of weeks ago I wrote an article about being happily single for the holidays, and in the moment that I wrote the article, it was true. And for the most part it is still true. The last thing I want is to be in a relationship just for the sake of being in a relationship. But I must admit, on days like yesterday, I missed my ex. Whenever I was feeling down, he was the person that I turned to, and he always shared words of encouragement to make me feel better. I referred to him as my own motivational speaker. And even though we are still “friends” we don’t talk very often, and sometimes that makes me sad. Don’t get me wrong, I know we would have eventually driven each other crazy if we’d stayed together just because we thought that was the right thing to do. So since I can’t turn to him, I’ll turn to God more and you all. Writing always makes me feel better. And yesterday a friend of mine shared a status that its nice to know that sometimes you aren’t the only person in the world facing trails, because we are all human, and none of us are perfect. As I feel my spirits begin to lift, I’ll bring this post to a close, and as one of all my all time favorite song’s, Smile by Charlie Chaplin, says I’ll keep on smiling because my life really is worth while.

Picture Perfect: Part 2

The alarm on his cell phone began to unexpectedly chirp, causing him to lose focus on the task at hand. He pressed one of the many buttons on his phone out of frustration, and immediately pulled up his calendar as he wondered how the third Friday of the month had arrived so soon. As he checked his schedule for reassurance, he saw that it was officially date night. He immediately shot an email to his assistant, who quickly replied, confirming his dinner reservations for that evening. The last thing he wanted was to give his wife something else to complain about, especially since date night was the only time they were more than cordial to one another.

As he began to shove papers into his briefcase, he checked his watch, making sure he still had enough time to stop off for a drink on the way to the restaurant. He preferred to be somewhat inebriated before arriving the restaurant. He found that it enhanced his performance and only made his role of the doting husband that much more believable. Not that it would seem that much of a stretch, because at one point and time, he had been just that, a husband who lived only to make his wife happy, catering to her every beck and call. But after the children came, that all changed. He still cared for her, but there was only so much love he had to give. And he’d never noticed how much attention and love his wife had required when it had been just the two of them.

He knew it wasn’t fair to blame his lack of affection towards her on the children, but they needed him more than she did. And when it came down to it, he picked them every time. And because she was the mother of his children, he had agreed to keep up pretenses that they had the perfect marriage. So once a month, he’d take her friends and their husbands to dinner. And for a few hours that night, they would fall into their old groove. Plus he’d convinced himself that by sharing the adventures of their jet setting lifestyle with those less fortunate, he  was doing everything in his power to keep his wife happy. He also believed, that one good deed alone made up for his never ending indiscretions.

After she’d caught him cheating, their marriage had become more like a business partnership, for which they’d come up with quite an arrangement. They had both agreed from the very beginning that divorce was never an option. She didn’t want to go back to the small hick town she was from, so she and the kids would stay with him as long as he was able to meet their financial needs. He’d decided that was fair, after all, she was the mother of his children, and his father had taught him a long time ago that it was always cheaper to keep a wife, than to divorce her. He saw no need in paying multiple mortgages, and her allowance was enough to keep her from nosing around in his finances, ruling out the chance of her finding out about his off shore accounts.

They now slept in separate bedrooms, using the excuse that he often worked late and didn’t want to disturb her. And she’d long since stopped asking him where he slept most nights, leaving him to do just about whatever he saw fit. To him, their marriage couldn’t get any better, and was as close to perfect as it was ever going to get.

Angela’s Awakening

Angela was not sure what made it more difficult for her to see, the warm tears flowing down her cheeks, or the rain dancing across her windshield.  As she sat at the stop sign thinking that her two girls and loving husband would be better off without her, there was the sound of a horn blaring that interrupted her thoughts.  She quickly wiped her face and made a left turn onto the street that would take her to the highway.  Angela felt like she was driving on auto pilot.  She did not have to think about where she was going.  She had driven to the airport many times before to pick up Phillip from his many business trips.

As her thoughts turned to her husband of ten years, she began to replay in her mind the first time that they met.  He was tall, dark, handsome, and walked with a self confidence that you couldn’t help but notice.  Every woman in the room wanted him, but Angela was the one he’d chosen.  She was stunning in every sense of the word.  Her mocha colored complexion, doe like brown eyes, and flawless skin were enough to take any man’s breath away.  She remembered inhaling the scent of his cologne as he introduced himself to her, and in that moment she knew she would belong to him, and all he had to do was ask.

They’d met at a a happy hour one evening after work, and six months into the relationship, Phillip proposed. Angela knew she had a good man, and without hesitation she said yes. She was thirty at the time and up for junior partner at her mid size law firm and Phillip, who was thirty three, was a rising star at his architectural firm. The two became the perfect power couple.

After being married for three glorious years, Angela decided that it was time to give her husband what he’d been waiting so patiently for, a family.  She’d never really seen herself as the mothering type; probably because her mother had told her she wasn’t and she’d bought into it after hearing it her whole life.  Or maybe it was because Angela’s mother hadn’t been much of a mother herself.  Angela’s conception had been an accident, and her mother constantly reminded her of the fact that she was never wanted.

None of that seemed to matter any more because she had Phillip now. His love for her made all things seem possible.  It had even been her idea to put her career on hold and stay at home for a few years with the baby.  She’d longed to see herself the way he did.  The tears seemed to be coming harder and faster now as she thought about the first time she’d told him that she was pregnant.

“Baby, are you sure,” Phillip asked for the hundredth time as he swept Angela up into his arms once again.

“Yes, sweetie,” she replied laughing harder now.  “I had my doctor’s appointment today and she confirmed it.”

Phillip lowered her to the ground and began to shower her face with kisses.  “I’m taking you off for a very special weekend to celebrate.”

Despite the fact she had a major case coming up in court next month and had planned on working on it all weekend, she could not refuse the man she loved with all her heart.  They spent the whole weekend cuddled up in front of the fireplace in their room, only leaving the warmth of their new found haven to eat.  She’d never imagined that she could have ever been as happy as she was at that moment.

When Anne Marie was born, she became the second greatest love of Angela’s life.  She had no idea how the human heart was capable of holding so much love and joy for more than one person.   Having his child made her fall deeper in love with Phillip, strengthening their marriage even more.  He cherished their daughter, and spent as much time at home with her and Angela as possible.  Raising a child was a full time job, so Phillip tried to be as supportive and helpful as his schedule allowed him too.  He didn’t want Angela to feel overwhelmed while staying at home with the baby. He’d even begun  encouraging her to think about returning to work when Anne Marie turned three, but Angela had decided they should have another child.  She knew how hard it was for her growing up without any siblings to share things with, and didn’t want her daughter to experience that as well.

It wasn’t until they had Samantha that things changed for them.  Once they returned home from the hospital, Angela’s overwhelming joy had been suddenly replaced with what felt like an endless pit of despair.  She felt anxious about everything, and although Phillip had taken time off from work, his being there didn’t bring her any comfort.

Concerned and not knowing what else to do, Phillip suggested that Angela see someone about her mental state, and so she did.  The doctor diagnosed her as having post partum depression, and told her that many new mothers experience it, and that it was nothing to be concerned about because there were drugs that could help her feel like her old safe self again.   But because Angela wanted to breast feed Samantha, she turned down the option of taking medication.   Samantha was now two years old, and the depression had only seemed to have worsened over the years.

The bad days outweighed the good days, and sometimes the days ran together and it was hard to discern which was which.  No matter how much Phillip tried to help, it was never enough, and it was slowly killing their marriage.  The strong vivacious woman he’d fallen in love with was disappearing more and more each day, and he felt helpless.  Angela knew it was breaking his heart, which is why she felt all the more reason to leave him.  It had taken them almost ten years to build the wonderful life they had together and she was going to destroy it in just one day.  She knew it was selfish, but she didn’t know what else to do.  She’d lost herself so long ago, and she didn’t know how to get back to the woman she used to be.

All of a sudden there was a beeping noise inside of the car, alerting her that her fuel was low, and that brought her out of the daze she’d been in.  Angela was only a few miles away from the airport, but she figured that the least she could do was put gas in her tank so Phillip wouldn’t have too when he came to pick up the car.  She exited the highway, and pulled into the first gas station she saw.

Angela slowly flipped down the visor and looked herself over in the mirror, hoping her eyes weren’t too puffy from all the crying she’d been doing.   She wiped her face, and ran her fingers through her short hair, trying to gather her composure before exiting the car.  When she opened her wallet to retrieve her debit card, her eyes fell upon the picture they’d taken last year during Christmastime.  She smiled as she thought about some of the things that had taken place that day.

Phillip had given her the Tiffany necklace she was wearing in the picture as an early Christmas present.  She awoke that morning and to her surprise, there on his pillow was a box containing the necklace she’d admired almost three months ago.  She slipped into her robe and went downstairs to find the kitchen a mess.  Her first instinct was to be upset, but then she saw Anne Marie standing on a stool and leaning over the pancake griddle, and Samantha, covered in pancake flour and her husband trying frantically to clean her up, she couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Mommy, we are making pancakes, your favorite,” Samantha exclaimed once she saw Angela standing at the bottom of the stairs.  Samantha wiggled from her father’s grasp and ran to her mother, wrapping her tiny arms around her legs.  Angela laughed, and picked up her daughter, and kissed her nose.

“Good morning my beautiful girls,” Angela said, as she walked over to Anne Marie, who was grinning from ear to ear.  Angela kissed her on the top of her head as Anne Marie carefully flipped a pancake, making sure it was perfect.  She took a seat beside Phillip and kissed him softly on the lips, thanking him for her necklace.  The girls giggled and yelled for them to stop.  “Okay, okay,” Angela said tickling Samantha. That had definitely been one of the good days.

She ran her fingers across the plastic cover that protected the picture, and wiped away the tears as they began to fall again.  She felt a slight twinge of pain and remorse as she looked at the two girls in the picture and realized that she wouldn’t be there to help them get ready to go out on their first dates.  She and Phillip had joked often about how he would attempt to scare off any suitors the two would inevitably have when they became young women.  There would be no more dance recitals, choir practices, or school plays.  She was leaving everything behind in hopes of finding a new life, a more fulfilling life, or so she hoped.

Phillip was her best friend, and she prayed that one day he would be able to forgive her for leaving him without saying goodbye.  She tried to explain as much as possible in the letter she’d left him but a letter was not a good way to end things.  She knew she should have never taken on the role of motherhood, but she wanted more than anything to give him what he wanted.  She did love him and the girls, as much as she could, and in her own way.  She hoped that once she got settled, wherever that might be, that he would allow them to come visit her.  They were after all a part of her just as much as they were a part of him.

As Angela stood and pumped her gas, she’d become so distracted by her own circumstances that when she saw the young man walk into the gas station, she didn’t even wonder why he was wearing a jacket with a hood on in 90 degree weather.  Besides, it had been raining and she was wearing a jacket herself.  Shortly after he entered the store, shots rang out, and the hooded figure came running out at full speed with the owner of the gas station chasing behind him and shooting.  It had all happened so fast, and Angela hadn’t had time to react appropriately.  It didn’t seem real until she felt the pain, and her hand automatically clutched her side.  It was a throbbing sensation she’d never felt before, and then she saw the blood and realized she had been shot.

In shock she fell to the ground.  The young man jumped into the car that had been waiting for him, and they sped away leaving tire marks, broken glass, and bullets in their wake.  Angela began to call out to the owner who hadn’t seen her.  It started as a whisper then got louder.  When he saw her he ran to her side.

“My wife is calling the police ma’am, just hang in there.”  He placed his hand over her wound and applied pressure trying to stop the bleeding.

“My husband,” Angela began to say, salty tears running into her mouth.  She tried to reach for her purse.  “I need to call my husband.”

“What’s his name,” asked the man.  But it was too late, Angela passed out before she was able to answer.

When she awoke, she thought she had been dreaming, until she saw and felt the tubes coming out of her nose and arms.  Her throat was parched, but she managed to make a moaning noise, and then mumbles, which turned into words, and then names.  “Phillip, Samantha, Anne Marie.”

“She’s awake,” Phillip called out to the nurses.  He’d entered the room just in time to hear her call their names.  He’d been down the hall in the chapel praying for her recovery.  He rushed to his wife’s side and took her hand into his.  He knelt down beside her bed and began kissing her hand.  His tears felt warm and welcoming to her.  “Don’t talk, sweetie,” he said once he saw her struggling to say more.  “I thought I’d lost you forever.  The letter, then the call about you being in some kind of accident, I didn’t know what to think or do.”

“Me either,” Angela responded, clearing her throat.

“I don’t know what I would have done without you.”  He stood and kissed her on her forehead.

“I am so sorry for putting you through all of this,” she said tears free flowing once again.

“And I am sorry for allowing you to give up so much for me and the girls.”

“No, don’t be, that was my decision.  You know, it’s true what they say about your life flashing before your eyes.”  She paused before speaking again.   “All I saw were you and the girls.  Anne Marie’s first slumber party, and when you took her training wheels off her bike.  Samantha playing dress up in my shoes and makeup all over her face, and the time they made a get well card for you when you had the flu.  And most importantly, the day we got married.”  She paused again, taking a sip of water.  “But what I didn’t see,” she said as he wiped the tears from her face, “were my coworkers, or the clients I won cases for, or any of the partners of the firm.  “Just you and this wonderful life you’ve given me.  You three are my life, my heart, and my soul,” she managed to say in between sniffles. “I am just sorry I was too blind to see that.  Take me home, Phillip,” Angela said, wiping his tears away.

“I thought you would never ask.  We will work this out, together.”  And he stood and kissed her softly on the lips.

Angela felt as though she had been sleepwalking the past three years of her life, but her near death experience awakened a passion in her she’d never felt before.  Her eyes had been opened to all of the wonderful things she and Phillip shared together, and she vowed from that day forward to never take another moment with her loving husband, and two beautiful daughters, for granted, ever again.

Happily single for the holidays

I’ve never noticed how much pressure is applied to singles to become a couple around the holidays until this year. Not to say that I’ve been oblivious to it, I just don’t think I’ve ever really paid that much attention to whether or not I’m single or dating someone around this time of the year. Perhaps that’s due to the fact that I was in a relationship for the past two years, and now find myself back out on the market, and closer to the big 3-0, I’ve become more aware of the emphasis that society places on people, but especially women, to be in a relationship or at least have a date for New Years Eve. However, I decided the moment that we parted ways, I would embrace my single status again, and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.

Despite all the commercial and Christmas propaganda telling us that this is the time of the year to be in love and in a relationship, there are some benefits to being single right now. You get to celebrate how you want to without having to consult your significant other. I’ve been spending time with my family, which is nothing really new, but now I don’t have to talk anyone into coming to game night on Christmas Eve, or explain that it’s tradition for us to go the movies after Christmas dinner.

Another plus of being single during the holidays is that you get to save money because that’s one less gift you have to buy. Which in turn means you can buy those shoes and purses you’ve been eyeing for the past couple of weeks. It’s okay to spoil yourself. If you don’t, then who will?

The way I see it, I have the rest of my life to spend being someone’s wife, so I say what’s the rush? I’m determined to get to know myself, enjoy the process, and for now, be happily single. I know that everything will fall into place for me when God is ready for me to find the love of my life; the person I’ll spend every holiday with for the rest of my life. All things in God’s perfect timing, and please believe me when I say it doesn’t get any better than that. Happy holidays everyone!