Category: Life

Day 12 of Honesty

Visiting Hours,
I woke up this morning wanting to say Hi to you. Just ask you if you had your tea and what did you eat for breakfast, how the weather is, and what book you’d be reading today. 
Talk to you about life and how I need your wisdom. Ask you about stories that you might have experienced. Be my voice of reason. Tell me that it will be okay. Tell me that as long as I keep praying things will come together. Teach me things about the bible that you lived by. Scream, laugh, and cry with me. I miss you but heaven doesn’t have visiting hours.
It tears me to pieces to write this because it’s been some years now and yet I still can’t understand. Maybe I never will. It was your time. It’s his work. You were tired. You’re now pain free. 
Today I quietly celebrate a woman that has been a part of my astonishing development. She is my angel.

Day 12 of Honesty, dream me tonight lady.

Day 11 of Honesty

Clean House,
Living on the east coast has its perks. Being from New York makes it even more exciting but the seasonal changes are what frustrate me the most. I’m born in April, so I’m a spring baby. That being said, winter and I have a love/hate relationship.
The season change calls for the PURGE! I get to throw out all that I avoided last year and whatever I assumed would fit me over time. Cleaning house usually assist with my thought process of cleaning up life as well. It’s the best way to clear the mind. You find things that make you smile, that make you frown, that make you cry, and things that make you realize that things aren’t that bad. 
I work in the social services sector in a homeless shelter for single woman. Some of my things I’ll be donating to my ladies. Being able to help the next woman to advancement is why the cleaning process always helps. 
If you’re in New York and would like to donate, send me an email! 

Day 11 of Honesty, cleaning house for the better. 

Day 10 of Honesty

Seen my Best Friend,
He was cute, shy, and nervous as I approached him in a substitute class in our 9th grade of high school. We spoke about absolutely nothing. From that day, I knew he was always going to be a part of my life. We would meet occasionally around the school to walk around before the next class would start. Even when a friend of ours stole him from me, as I’d tell him frequently, he never stopped calling me until a day in November of 2010.
He was 21 when he was arrested. Up until today, I have regrets that maybe I could’ve changed this outcome. He reached out to me a few months before his arrest and he wanted to talk. I wasn’t the type of girl that walked the streets, so that night I couldn’t meet him. But God works in his own ways. It was prison or death. 
Neither of those options is of better outcome, but he did a crime that he had to pay the time for. I was so angry with him. I wanted to beat the shit out of him when his ex-girlfriend sent me the surveillance video from the news article. Momma always told me about bad company and how they can influence you. That video proved it all.
He had a promising future that was taken from influence. Yes, we are all left up to the choices we make but we must all say that at some point or another, we were influenced. This crime doesn’t take away from the fact that he is still my best friend. I’m ashamed and embarrassed but not like how his mother feels. Lord knows.
He is doing well. He is staying out of trouble. He is completing training courses. He’ll be home soon.

Day 10 of Honesty, He is still the guy I met in 9th grade.