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…that I’m having a semi-rough time emotionally right now. Restless. A bit bored. Yeah, mainly the job thing (or the lack thereof). Yes, I know what I said. And I stand by that: being laid off was in my best interest given who I am and who the company thought I should be. But I gotta tell you, it’s a bit of an adjustment after almost 20 years. Some days are harder than others but none of them are bad. …that I’m a bit gun-shy…about relationships and jobs. Crazy when I realized that my being gun-shy also extended to the workforce. I guess it’s reasonable given the way things happened in Corporate America. I mean, it’s like a relationship – you’re showing up, being your authentic self, giving your all and then wham! Just like that, it’s over, it’s not working for the other person. Same premise. I don’t know that I have the right level of trust to be in corporate America anymore. Seeing as I’m not independently wealthy, I’m gonna need to work that out. Much like I had to work through my issues with relationships after being hurt. Let’s hope that my career/work revelations come quicker than my relationship revelations did. …that I’ve never really seen myself as the “CEO” type, the corner-office girl. I do what I do and I’m good at it. But I’ve never been overly strategic about my job. Notice I called it a job – not a career. There’s a difference. Maybe I should have been. More strategic. Or career-oriented. What that says to me is that, while I was very good at what I do (did), it wasn’t where my heart lies. That’s so true. There were bits and pieces of things that spoke to my heart in the job but not enough to keep me energized and ready to get to work on a regular basis. I could have had the manager level job, etc. but why would I want it? It wasn’t what made my heart sing you know? …that I’ve had enough of letting fear control me, control my decisions. It’s definitely time to move beyond that. Now do I think fear is just going to vanish? No but I do think it’s possible for me to feel the fear, convert it to something positive, and keep it moving. “Feel the fear and do it anyway.” …that I found myself in tears last week…again. Man. I thought I was past that. And as I laid here crying, I heard myself praying out loud and saying, “Lord, this can’t be about HIM”. I was right. It wasn’t. It was about me. More about that in another post. Maybe. …that I loved spending time with my nieces and nephew this past weekend. My nephew, K (3yrs old) and his sister, M (1yrs old) are staying with Princess So Fabulous and fam. It’s been rough for them which is sad to say given their age. But they are as cute as they can be, smart, and so funny. There is just something magical that happens in the moment when a child realizes that you “belong” to them. The hugs feel better, the laughs last longer, the kisses are sweeter, there’s this beautiful thing that’s birthed every time they say your name. …that sometimes I think too much. Don’t get me wrong – I’m intuitive like a mug and I’m not prone to hiding from my feelings – but I will bide my time working through the emotional aspects or sharing them with others. I think that comes from having to work up to the point where I really trusted myself. …that I used to think my body had betrayed me. I mean, the weakness, the pain, the weight. There’s nothing I could have done to prevent the weakness and the pain although working out consistently like I used to might have kept this level of pain at bay. But the weight? Well….I fired the first shot there – not my body. That’s a whole ‘nother post. And I’m not sure I’m ready to go there yet. Not on a blog anyway. Suffice it to say that not all weight gain is about people overeating. Again - whole ‘ nother post. …that I’m excited about publishing book#2. I can also admit that it’s probably not the book many people were expecting next. I can go even further and admit that having it 85% written is a big plus. That means I can turn my attention to creating a serious marketing plan and some other bits/pieces of the puzzle and working on the book that people DID think was going to be book #2. It’s coming. For real. Oh yeah - poetry collection #3 is pretty much written too - just need to edit. When I said there was a tsunami of poetry happening in my place, I was s-e-r-i-o-u-s. …to having a near break with reality recently. Stuff started breaking down – ended up shelling out a chunk of money for car repairs and stuff, things started breaking down at the house. Folks were suddenly unavailable. Craziness abounded. The stuff at the house really was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I remember wading in water, near tears & laughing as I asked aloud, “Why does my house hate me?” …that my hairstylist has been asking me about loc’ing my hair for quite some time. I’ve considered it. And honestly? If I don’t take it down in the next couple of days, she just might get her wish. Comment Below |
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Content Black Woman said…
Hey MsJayy:
First of all, I want to say thank you for reading my entry and commenting. With all the stuff out here, I am flattered everytime someone takes a moment to not only read my stuff, but to also comment.
I had the pleasure of taking the opportunity to read the most recent entry on your blog. Girl, let me tell you how I can relate. I don’t know if you had chance to read my “Healing of the Meantime and the Blog” entry. If you haven’t, I want to encourage you to check it out at http://whyblackwomenareangry.blogspot.com It recaps my journey and frustration with life (a lot like yours) and how I have come to where I am.
Just know that you are not alone. I personally know what it is to have a heart for authentic living and everything and everyone around you tries keeping you from such a life. I tell you, authentic living is the only way to go. God will reward you to the faithfulness to your heart. Who do you think gave it to you in the first place?
Please forgive me. I don’t mean to be preachy, but your entry touched me so because it sounded so familiar to me about myself in the past.
Stay encouraged. If you have a chance, listen to India.Aire’s song on her latest CD entitled “I Choose” the lyrics are very empowering and spiritually uplifting. Also, consider getting the CD set of the book “The Alchemist” What another excellent and empowering piece of work. These are merely just a couple of the tools that got me through the hardest parts of my life.
Know that with faith and being true to yourself, the best is yet to come. Remember: He is a rewarder of those that diligently seek Him.
Be Free…Know Peace,
A Content Black Woman
11:15 AM, May 10, 2007
MsJayy said…
Hey Sis,
Thanks for coming through & leaving your words. And as long as you’re speaking truth, go on & be ‘preachy’. LOL
It’s odd to be authentic in a world where reality shows aren’t, where people say they’re “keeping it real” but they aren’t, where folks say they’re looking for something real and they fall for the fake every time.
You’re right - can’t let it get to me. And I keep India’s CD on repeat. That’s one of my favs when I’m in this kind of mood (well, one of my favs period). Thanks for your energy.
11:57 AM, May 10, 2007
Anonymous said…
Think of the last time your soul’s intuition whispered to you that something was going to happen and low and behold it did!
Think of the last time you danced
non-stop to a Parliment Funkadelic Song……
Think of the last time you rocked that man’s world and all he could do was smile because he was too tired to move and too weak to speak…..
Sounds like you’re a C.E.O. to me…
Clairvoyent
Energetic
Orgasmic!!!
Now think of the last time a warm wind softly embraced your skin….
That was me giving you a hug
3:26 PM, May 10, 2007
MsJayy said…
STOP.IT.YOU.FLIRT.
Cause um…I can also admit to stalker-esque behavior. *wink*
Be careful of the words you use. I will hold you to them. Or perhaps I’ll just hold you. (Just so you know you’re not the only one capable of flirting…)
Thanks for the hug. More please.
3:52 PM, May 10, 2007
CreoleInDC said…
Your stalker said “orgasmic.”
Just wanted to point that out.
8:56 PM, May 10, 2007
MsJayy said…
I know *giggle* Oh wait, I’m posed to be stern. Cause he’s anonymously FRESH & FLIRTY.
Er’rum…I’m the one with the stalker-esque tendency…and plenty of time on my hands. At least in my daydreams I could be stalker-esque. Yeah, in my head.
9:02 PM, May 10, 2007
CreoleInDC said…
Vroooom Vrooooom!
9:16 PM, May 10, 2007
Peggy said…
Nice post! I can relate.
12:08 AM, May 11, 2007
MsJayy said…
Creole - don’t encourage him. LOL
Thanks Peggy!!
6:04 AM, May 11, 2007
Anonymous said…
I am….a stalker
stalking her in her daydreams
she can not see me but can feel
my eyes massage her spine’s seams
I’m feeling her without feeling
I’m touching her without touching
all the way down to the small of her back that arches with
one caress and sways when
our lips softly smack
Oooooo…
smackity smack smack just like that
her tongue whips mine to attention
while her eye lashes lick my dimples to another dimension
where time rests and lets our love manifest into something beautiful
and just when I thought I was the one creepin in her mind’s cubicle, it was she who was stalking me
whispering..isn’t stalking wonderful?
4:25 PM, May 11, 2007
MsJayy said…
STOP.IT.
Or at least send it to me privately. LOL
And um, dimples? Really? Hmmm…
He tastes me
sweet on his mind
like honey
thoughts of me mentally massage his conscious
as a kaleidoscope of memories
yet to born
rain down on him like a waterfall
in his dream of reality
he tattos kisses across my collarbone
spelling out naked desire
as i memorize the ridges of his skin,
my fingers trailing electricity in their wake
he…becomes thunder
and i?
i become
april’s shower
liquified
by the thought
of
his
touch
And what? Ha! STOP.IT.
4:53 PM, May 11, 2007
princessdominique said…
Oh my goodness, why do I feel like I just walked into someone’s bedroom with candles flickering, bathwater running and fragrant oils permeating the room…
5:20 PM, May 11, 2007
MsJayy said…
Thanks alot “friend”. LOL
YOU.ARE.NOT.HELPING.
Don’t edge him on. Apparently he’s like a little gremlin except his ‘growth hormone’ appears to be triggered by my words. Let’s hope he’s sleep, at least for a while. FLIRT!
5:26 PM, May 11, 2007