20Twentywhat?….2022…….

So here we are a new year has started. It is now 2022 and I cannot tell you how long it has been since I’ve posted a blog entry. I’ve fallen way behind…. But here I am. There is a lot going on in the world. We have the coronavirus that turned into covid, to omicron and everything else. As we try to stay safe and unharmed, life has definitely taken a crazy turn. I FINALLY left the part time job I’ve had for over 6 years. It was hard…. not leaving.. making the decision to leave. Once my my mind was made up, I was good to go! But it’s been 6 years that I’ve been working third shift on the weekends and holidays. When I took the job it was about staying afloat. As a single person, it’s not that easy to live on peanuts! LOL! But then it became a habit. I’ve only had to call out 3 times in 6 years. THREE times! That’s it. And I know that working third, it’s hard to find someone to replace you at the last minute, so I tried to be diligent. And I was….. I felt like it was time for me to live again………But am I living?

I have been vaccinated and boosted atleast once. Hopefully that is enough, but who knows what the new thing will be in a a couple of months. This virus has taught me a lot of things, but one of the most important things is that we need to be ready….. in any circumstance! Things have been turned upside down backward and forward, yet we still have to keep going. I’m speaking of Americans, but we have been spoiled and feel as thought we have the right to do things that only satisfy ourselves. But no this pandemic has helped me to see how much we don’t do for each other. I’m not saying that we can’t accomplish everything on our own, but sometimes we need that extra pat on the back from a friend, that thumbs up from our bosses.

It’s been hard on all of us… and it doesn’t seem to be changing… but I would hope that as a world, we could banned together and understand Mask aren’t to take your freedom, they are to help protect you and whomever else is in your house. But if you don’t want to protect them, why should they protect you…. but I digress…….

It’s 2022, I’m still “single” but I’ve dated more in the past year. I’m learning that dating is like peeling back a banana…. sometimes you just can’t see the brown spots till you peel it……. Hey I ought to coin that phrase!! It has been fun, it’s been anxiety producing, and it’s been crazy! I’ve been ghosted a couple of times, I’m thinking because they were just looking for a bit of fun…. and couldn’t get away. But I make it clear that I wish for a man to be single…. not separated, not divorcing, not a geographical bachelor… just good old single… what ever happened to THAT! I don’t know but I’m not going to let it deter me. If a nice gentleman approaches me, I’ll still give them a chance… it’s not easy once you’ve had that trust broken… it’s hard to open up again…. VERY HARD….. But we all must pick up and move on… and that’s what I’m doing…. moving on……

SO HERE WE ARE IN 2022………….. Moving forward, moving to a different drum…. How has your 2022 started…….

Monogamy….Are you capable?

mo·nog·a·my/məˈnäɡəmē/

  1. the practice or state of being married to one person at a time.”Judaism has journeyed from polygamy to strict monogamy”
    • the practice or state of having a sexual relationship with only one partner.”younger men were more likely to stray, saying monogamy was outdated”

SO here first we have the definition of monogamy… The question I ask is are you capable? Are any of us capable

It will come back…. won’t it?

“It will come back” written and sung by Hozier, is one of those songs that will make you think about how you treat people and the results of the good or bad that you do.  He is a man that compares himself to a wild animal that if given the right comfort will continue to come back to you for that comfort that love,

It’s about being careful to unleash someone’s emotions unless you are ready to deal with them.  Unless you are ready to open yourself up to them.  Are you ready to love completely and truly?  If not, be careful of opening up someone’s love…..

“You know better babe, you know better babe …Than to look at it, look at it like that
You know better babe, you know better babe…Than to talk to it, talk to it like that
Don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul ….Honey, make this easy
Leave it to the land, this is what it knows…..Honey, that’s how it sleeps
Don’t let it in with with no intention to keep it
Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to it………Honey don’t feed it, it will come back”
What is it that we do when we see an animal starving, we want to take care of it.  We want to nurture it and make sure that it can grow.  But it is not always wise to feed the animal because it will always come back.
You know better babe, you know better babe
Than to smile at me, smile at me like that
You know better babe, you know better babe
Than to hold me just, hold me just like that
I know who I am when I’m alone
Something else when I see you
You don’t understand, you should never know
How easy you are to need
Don’t let me in with with no intention to keep me
Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me
Honey don’t feed me I will come back
Can’t be unlearned
I’ve known the warmth of your doorways
Through the cold, I’ll find my way back to you
Oh please, give me mercy no more
That’s a kindness you can’t avoid!
I want you baby tonight, as sure as you’re born
You’ll hear me howling outside your door
Don’t you hear me howling babe?
Don’t you hear me howling babe?
Don’t you hear me howling babe?
Don’t you hear me howling
Don’t you hear me howling
Don’t you hear me howling babe?

FUCK IT!!!!!

FUCK IT!! I’m ANGRY…. yes I am PISSED off!!!!

WHY? WHY? I keep asking myself why??? I am a good person no? I am independent, I try to take care of myself. I didn’t have kids without the benefit of a husband…. I try to stay out of trouble and I don’t make trouble for anyone. I do what I can when I can for everyone I can. But WHY?? Why does it seems like I can’t catch a fucking break??

Yeah… brace yourself.. my sailor’s mouth is about to get really busy!

So back to my the rant. It’s so fucking hard to live alone and take care of everything on your own. Unless you make over $50,000 and I definitely DO NOT… not even with two jobs. Yet employers expect you to be work your fingers to the grind and be grateful for the pennies they throw you. NO I’m not grateful. I do my job and I do it well. Even when I have push back, I still do my job well. But then what’s in it for me? Just seeing people succeed is all and that is enough… most days. But mornings like now I am sitting at a job that I do not like anymore simply because of the people that don’t appreciate the good things they have in life and want to dog those who don’t. But that’s a rant for another day.

I am sitting here 2:41 in the morning and …. and I’ve been doing it for 6 years…. 6 FUCKING years and I am no further ahead then when I started.. SO what’s the fucking point?

And please don’t let me get started on dating… DEAR GAWD what did I do to deserve this??? I got a divorce… yes… yes I did… but is that cause of all this anguish? You try to be nice and talk to people. Try to get to know people (men) and they ghost you. They have a girlfriend or wife and try to talk to you. All I ask for is honesty. All I ask is for you to be single. My standards are not that high. Be independent. Take care of yourself…. have a vehicle, somewhere to lay your head. If you’re a father, take care and love your kids. Is that too much to ask for?

I am by no means perfect but I sit and wonder how it is, I am still single… after being divorced 11 years and my ex, who cheated lied, you name it… is always with someone. I don’t understand it. What have I done wrong… what have I done to deserve it? And then when I try to open myself up, I get nothing in return.

I am looking at the rest of my life and besides my want to move back to the coast, it’s not looking all that happy. Sometimes I feel like I am not like normal people. I am not the type to make friends easy, but I try to be nice. I speak to strangers just to be nice. But no one gives me a second look. I was told by someone I love like a sister that men like makeup and they like for women to smell good. And I know it was said out of love, but it made me feel so plain. I also had another friend (male) tell me I wasn’t sophisticated enough. So what do I do, make myself into this fake makeup wearing, over-perfumed sophisticated (not) person?? Why can’t I be loved for me… my marvel t-shirt wearing, lipstick/eyeliner/eye shadow wearing, sometimes, heels when I feel like wearing person that I am?

What is wrong with me? I asked in the previous entry if I was broken. I still don’t think I am, but clearly something is wrong. But you know what… FUCK IT!!!!

What is broken?

I have to ask myself… Am I broken? I have been without a serious relationship for over 10 years. Am I broken? I have been through marriage, divorce, cheating, lying, feelings of inadequacy, feeling like I wasn’t enough. Am I broken? I’ve watched many people in my life go through relationship after relationship and don’t seem to pause to wonder the same question. Then I look at the ones that met their soul mate in high school and have been in love (hate) (cause no relationship is perfect) and wonder why I wasn’t in that crowd. Am I broken? I live alone, and honestly, I love it… I don’t think I could live with another person again. Am I broken? But I enjoy my solitude and independence that’s doesn’t mean I’m broken does it?

i enjoy my family but I don’t see them every day, sometimes for weeks at a time. I love my friends, but I don’t get together with them weekly. So I know I am not broken in ways of family and friends. But what about love? What is it? What does it mean? Have I ever been in love? I’ve asked myself this question a few times and honestly have come up with no answer…. Am I broken? I thought I loved my ex-husband, but when I look back, not love. Honestly just didn’t want to be alone. But in the end I realized I could do better alone. Once that trust is broken, it feels like there is nothing that will repair it, not with that person. But it also makes it hard to entrust with someone else.

Feeling sorry for yourself is easy because you think no one could possibly know what it feels like to be hurt in such a way. But unfortunately there are a lot of us out here. Many of whom look at the world in a different light now. As I move through my life daily, I try to assist people in any way that I can. It’s my job, it’s my calling. But who’s gonna help me? Who’s gonna repair the broken bits? Openly I admit, I don’t know what love is, or even how it feels to be in love. I’m not broken, I’ve just never seen it or what it can be. For the longest time I felt it was my fault, but was it? Maybe all the relationships were with people that were not what they claimed to be. Only once did it feel like real love…. but months after seeing me, he married… someone who wasn’t me, never telling me he was engaged… so was that really love or blindness?

I have finally found a goal to work toward, and it will take years to get there. So in the meantime, I’ll continue to enjoy my solitude. I do not know if I am to be paired again, but if I am, I pray he not be broken, that he not be fake, unable to feel. I pray that he is what God intended and if he is, the broken bits will find each other and heal. Until then, I can continue to live with me and love ME.

Doing Just Fine…….

So it’s May 2020 and it has already been a hell of a year!  I think most people would agree with that!  This quarantine has been of the most bizarre things that I think has occurred in my lifetime.  Sure there was the Spanish Flu or even Tuberculosis and things like that… but I wasn’t alive then, it didn’t affect me.  So what are we going to be talking about 10 years from now?  The Quarantine of 2020!

I started this particular entry of my blog because about two or three days ago, I got to thinking….  I’ve been blessed in many ways, but I have not found my forever mate yet and I tell you what, after some of the stories I’ve heard lately…. I’m I think I’m feeling pretty good about being in quarantine by myself!!!!!  No disrespect to my friends and family who are in relationships or married, but right now, I gotta say I’m glad I’m not.

If dishes are left in the sink, I know who did and don’t have to go back and forth with someone to make sure they get done.  Vacuuming, mopping, sweeping, cleaning the bathroom is all down to me and that makes it so much easier.  I don’t have to fight with anyone on what to watch!  I can watch British TV all day and no one cares!  I can sit in my PJ’s while I work from home and don’t have to care how my night shirt or pajamas fit.

I can just be me!!

Now don’t get me wrong I’m not saying I want to be alone for ever… can’t say that because we don’t know what the future holds.  But I will say during this time, I’m certainly OK with my singleness!

But I wonder… now is the time for people to draw closer to one another right?  But in some cases it is ripping them apart.  I have certainly seen more of my family than I have in the last 3 years for sure!  And I’ve loved it…. every minute of it.  If only my Mom wasn’t 9 and half hours away 😦

But I digress I’m not sure how many of my single or even attached friends would agree with me, but I have to be honest and say that I have enjoyed being with me.  There have been days that I haven’t left the house for at least 2 or 3 days straight.  The only time I’ve left home consecutively was on the weekends because of the part time gig!  Other than that…. I don’t usually leave the house on consecutive days.

If you’re married or in a serious relationship, this is time for you to draw closer to each other , not farther apart.  Just keep it simple.  Just be kind, communicate, and respect each other!  But as for me and my house… uh apartment…. Doing just fine!!

God…. thank you for our time with an Angel………

Last week on August 28th 2020 I found out the world lost an angel. Chadwick Boseman, star of many Hollywood biopics succumb to the illness that had been slowly killing him… and we never knew. I’ll say it again, we never knew that he was slowly dying before our eyes… WOW, the magnitude of that sentence. He was diagnosed in 2016 and he went on to make at least 7 films. As I read about the time he received the diagnosis, in that time he made Black Panther and appeared in 3 Avenger movies.

I felt his death like he was a close personal friend. I couldn’t and still don’t understand it. I remember watching “Get on up” the bio on James Brown. I remember how believable he was as James Brown. His chemistry with one of his on screen wives, Jill Scott, and how he real he made the breakdown the star toward the end of his life look. I was amazed at his talent. And I remember thinking this man is a well.. deep enough to bring out emotions in me even then. I remember looking at countless articles about him and this was before he was slated to play T’Challa as Black Panther. But when they made the choice, I knew it was THE perfect choice. Watching him in Captain America Civil War, the emotions that he displayed as T’Challa lost his father in a tragic bombing…. I could not wait for him to have his own movie! And it did not disappoint.

People, we know that Black Panther is a comic character. He nor Wakanda are real. But the characters and the place makes us wonder what our people would have been like had we been able to stay as we were. No, this isn’t about slavery and devastation that it caused our people. This is about what if slavery never happened and we were able to live as Kings and Queens in our land. Able to created great things for ourselves. What would a King T’Challa really look like?

He looked like Chadwick Boseman.

God even as I type his name I can feel the emotion welling up in me. Chadwick, you showed the world what happens when we fulfill our destiny. What it looks like to fulfill your destiny with grace and humility. Your talent was so far above us, that you still blessed us with it. You had to be in pain and suffering but you continued and worked hard, probably harder because you were not well. I cannot imagine the chemo, the surgeries, the sickness that your body had gone through, yet you still gave us Black Panther… doing your own stunts and all. God I thank you and the world thanks you for allowing us the 43 years that you let us have Chadwick. As the song goes, you must have been an angel sent from above. And God needed his angel back.

I see this as a lesson as well. To teach us that even when we are in pain or suffering, there should still be a place inside of us that wants to fight on and continue to achieve great things. I believe he wanted to live his life and accomplish things without having people fuss over him or tell him what he could not do. I think as a whole, Chadwick lived as though he would never live again. But his spirit will always live on.

I did not know Chadwick Boseman personally, but I feel like I’ve lost a vital piece of something. But I don’t want to look at his loss as a loss. I believe that as he said in the movie, this is not the end. He is in heaven right now with God sitting at his side telling him of all the things and people that he met in his time on earth. I can see his smile and I smile, but I also tear up knowing that we won’t see that smile in the flesh. But I try not to be sad because I know that he lived as he would never live again…..

So God, I thank you…. for letting us experience this person, this angel that you sent down to give us a picture of what destiny feels like… of what humility looks like. Of what it means to have fulfilled your purpose. To have left gems of wisdom. To have lived life fully from beginning to end. To know that your life is meant to be more than just a time for you do what you want, but also to know that your life has meaning and your loss is felt throughout family, friends, and strangers who didn’t know you but knew you. Thank you God for showing us your magic in the form of a human being.

TNB © 09/13/2020

My Father……

It is currently 4:42 am on May 25th.  It is memorial day a holiday which is why I am at work… go figure.  But I was going through my Facebook page and I thought, I need to change my profile picture.  Currently it is a picture of my Mom and Dad when they were younger.  I’m not sure what age or if I had come about yet.  I’ll have to ask my Mom!

But I was looking at their smiles on their faces and then I focused on my dad’s face and I just started crying.  Yes, I still cry for the loss of my father although I did not get a chance to know him.  I was 5 months old when my dad was killed in an accident at work.  My mom was left with three children one of whom was still in diapers.  I cannot imagine the pain of losing your husband and still having to go on because your children needed you.

I wonder how different my life would have been had he survived and was there along with my mom to help raise me.  He was much older than my mom but from what everyone says, he was a great man!  He helped my mom doing my sister’s hair and he would watch my brother and sister when my mom was really busy.  When my grandfather was in a mood, my father would take my mom to pick up my grandmother and bring her to our house.  And everyone who speaks about him, does so with so such admiration.  Now he wasn’t perfect, no one is.  But he seem to have so many people that loved and admired him.

I cannot seems to process this grief and it seems as though it is affecting me so much more now as an adult then it did as a child.  I knew that my family suffered a loss, but it is just hitting me so much more hard now.  Maybe it’s because I understand now how important it can be to have a two parent home.  Or maybe I’ve learned more about the relationship dynamic and how having a father is so important to little girls. I don’t know what it is but I just can’t seem to process it.

Father’s day is usually the worst now.  I’m usually at work at the part time so it’s third shift, the middle of the night.  I’m either typing doing work or finished and perusing the net.  It hits me and I cry…. seems like it’s happening more and more every year.  I don’t know how to process it and live with memory that others have of him.  Sometimes I wish he would appear to me and hug me and tell me that he’s been watching over me and will always watch over me.  Then I think man if that did happen I would be scared out of my wits!!! But at the same time, I know that it would be comforting.

I say to all of you that have your fathers that are still alive, whether they are in your lives or not.  Please try to mend those fences if you can.  At least try and if he doesn’t reciprocate, then you’ve done your part to try and honor thy father.

For those of you have your father in your life and they have been a great influence, a comforter, a great example.  Hug them tight, extra tight just for me!!  Thanked them for being there for you and loving you and raising you.  Be thankful and grateful that he is there.

For those of you who lost their father and he was all those things to you, I pray for your strength and pray that he is still watching over you.

And for those like me who did not get the chance to have all of those things, I pray for us as well that we receive the comfort we need and always know that even though our fathers were not there, through no fault of their own, they would have loved us, cared and comforted us through all of our ups and downs!

To my father……  I love you, I miss you, and I wish you were here…not just for me, but for my brother, sister, and especially my mother.  We all love and miss you!

Expressive Heart…. or Nonexistent….

I’ve been listening to Sting’s “Shape of Heart” which is a song I love!!  If you listen to the lyrics though, it is about more than playing cards.  It tells of a man who tries to understand the geometry of chance.  Because he wants to know, he wants to find the answer.   In my mind, I see a man concentrating on the cards, but not what is on the cards, just the way they lay.  He is not looking for answers for blackjack or poker, he’s trying to find the answer to his heart.  He isn’t one to change his face or his demeanor.  He is just who he is!!
Sting himself in an interview gave his interpretation of the song…..
Sting (from a 1993 promotional interview): “I wanted to write about a card player, a gambler who gambles not to win but to try and figure out something; to figure out some kind of mystical logic in luck, or chance; some kind of scientific, almost religious law. So this guy’s a philosopher, he’s not playing for respect and he’s not playing for money, he’s just trying to figure out the law – there has to be some logic to it. He’s a poker player so it’s not easy for him to express his emotions, in fact he doesn’t express anything, he has a mask, and it’s just one mask and it never changes.”
In my interpretation, which is close to what Sting explains, I feel like this man does not wear a mask, but his “poker face” is who he is.  But he’s having a hard time expressing that he does love you.  Think about that for moment.  You know you feel something, and you know it’s in your heart, but your expressiveness or lack thereof causes disbelief….But you can’t change who you are.
I think in life we try to hard to change who we are to please others.  But the thing is, if they love your and truly want you to be happy, they will except there are some things that you cannot change.  Especially if it is not detrimental you or themselves.  But too much in this life we want our own way.  We want things to be the way we think they should be.  Instead of taking life as it comes and building resolve we try to control.
Now this post just went waaaayyyy off my original plans for this post, but hey, I’m building resolve and taking it as it comes!!
Listed are the lyrics to the song.  If you can a chance, please listen for yourself and feel free to comment with what you think Sting is trying to convey in the lyrics!!  And as always I appreciate feedback!!
“He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He don’t play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
 (chorus)
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
(chorus)
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape
The shape of my heart
 (bridge)
If I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
But those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
(chorus)
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape
The shape of my heart-“
Songwriters: Dominic Miller / Gordon Sumner
04/26/2018 TNB©