The future’s so awesome!
Free from disappointments, filled with aspirations…
Waiting for anyone willing to bask in it’s goodness.
Yum.
Escape
Recently, I’ve come up with something of a bucket list…
A co-worker of mine suggested that I leave two blank spaces, y’know… just in case. Today I’ve been thinking that I wanna use one of those blank spaces.
But the thing is, what I wanna use it for might seem somewhat selfish. Here it goes: my number 21 would be “to escape for a year to someplace new and not tell anyone where I am before or during my time there”
Now, I know what you may be thinking… And it can be one of three things: 1. Wow, that seems selfish 2. That seems awesome 3. Where??
But not to fear, I haven’t yet decided on adding number 21 as yet. I’m still stuck on the first thought..(the selfish one)
Happy New Year!
As usual, I rang in the new year at church.
I believe that there is nothing important in life, if God is not at the forefront.
I’ve been thinking about whether or not I’m “resolutioning” this year.
Now that 2010 is here.. i figure… hey? why not?
I should be able to keep one this year. Even if its only for January…
I know that it has to be a good one…
Not the usual.. lose weight, or love more..(which is always a good one)
Nah.. I figure that if I’m going to do it, I should do a really special one.
And so, my resolution for this year is to believe in myself.
Believe in myself? Youre probably thinking… thats silly…
But, to me, believing in myself means that no matter what the commitment… I’m going to trust that I am able to get through it. Fullstop.
So many times we make resolutions and they just go to nought. Mainly because we dont believe in ourselves enough…
This year, I’m going to be my biggest fan. No…”maybes”or excuses.
I just… will… be.
lots of lime
Tonight, I painted..
I painted my room
I painted away high school angst
I painted away stress from today
I’m supposed to be at a banquet
But tonight, my mind just said…
Paint.
I painted away a 7 year crush
I painted away a few insecurities i have left
I painted on a start
I painted on my way forward
I painted on something that was me
Now..
I feel like ordering chinese…
I was recently asked… “why do you act like a white girl?”
That was the second time for the month…
My only reply was.. “how do white girls act?”
I teach at a predominantly black school.
I only have to assume that…
because I’m not loud, and ‘bombastic’, quarrelsome and …sexually affiliated…
Apparently, that makes me act the opposite of “Black”
Its ironic, because I am the female that doesnt perm her hair
I am the female that isnt afraid to get darker in the sun
I am the woman that teaches about our rich and diverse history and how to appreciate it…
I am the woman who is not afraid to call herself BLACK and not.. red skinned, brown skinned, clear skinned, light skinned….
But still, i “act like a white girl”.
People, Change.
i look at the people that i used to know.. and i wonder.. what made them change? or is it that I’ve changed?
and it can be so frustrating, because you bust your brain thinking.. what’s different? and how can i make it un-different.. and all that comes to mind is.. o_O
