I never regret being late somewhere because I spent a few extra minutes lying in bed with you. We don’t get those moments often. The two of us, lying in bed, naked, bodies intertwined from wild sleeping the night before. We do lie in bed and watch tv before falling asleep, but there’s something intimate about having you to myself in the darkness, your arm around me, with no interruptions. Unintentional passion. It is in those moments that I feel my heart speaking with yours the most. The closeness and stillness of our minds and bodies create an uninhibited soul connection that can’t be challenged. It is then that I know you’re mine and that I need not have any fears. These are the moments I live for.
I’m not always the most positive person. In fact, some of my best writing has come out of a place of pain and deep emotion. Although I try to be cognizant of it, I need to remind myself that even the thoughts I’ve convinced myself to be small, actually manifest greatly into the universe, my mood, and my behavior. I have been telling myself for over a year now that I’m going to write a list of positive affirmations to say in the mirror every morning. Repetition creates belief. Of course, I have yet to do it because oftentimes I lose my sense of self-care within the craziness of the world. I always have “more important” things to do when self-care should really be my first priority. Taking the time to really frame your words and thoughts in a manner that will aid in having and maintaining a happier more optimistic way of life is a must. Changing from thinking “I am so tired today” to “I woke-up today” may seem small, but actually makes a world of a difference. So, I am challenging myself to work on and finish my morning affirmations by the end of the month. When you know better, you do better right?
It’s only 11:03 am and today has already been one of the hardest emotional days for me. Just when I thought things were going great, they took an awful turn. Sometimes I just really feel as if my life is spiraling out of control. I held my composure throughout last night and all the way to work until I got out of the car at my job. I didn’t realize my backpack purse was open and my Shea butter container fell out. I reached down to get it and everything else came tumbling out. That right there was the epitome of how I feel my life works. Sometimes it’s that one small thing that sets you over the edge. One thing goes wrong and then everything else follows suit. An endless wave of pain, hurt, heartache, disappointment. I just wish I knew how to grasp better control, but I don’t. I try to convince myself that it’s okay and that no one really has life all figured out, but it’s not working. I would tell my daughter that (if I had one) and hope she would believe it because it’s the truth, but right now I can’t find solace in knowing that. All that matters in this moment is that I have no grasp on things and the more I try not to cry the more I end-up with eyes full of tears. I honestly believe I’m a really good person. I’m loving and caring and dependable and I give all of me to the ones I care about. I actually like those qualities and characteristics about myself, it’s just that I can’t figure out why others don’t appreciate those qualities about me. They say they do but then I get treated in a way I don’t deserve and it’s hurtful. So, my heart aches today. Maybe tomorrow it won’t, but today, in this moment, my optimistic outlook on happiness is shattered and I’m not sure I can ever put the pieces back together.
Being ignored has always been the worst thing to me. The worst form of rejection. I’ll admit that I’m horrible when, in a relationship and during an argument (verbal or via text), the person decides to stop responding to me. I’m a sucker for that and it hurts more than the person continuing to yell and fuss. I’m not good at ignoring that person either. I always try and then give-in. I’m the type of person who, no matter how upset/mad I am, thinks “How would I feel if that person did this to me?” I feel as though that thought is a rare one in people’s minds these days. Reciprocity is far too uncommon in general I guess. The whole “do unto others…” notion seems to have been completely lost upon society, but not upon me and, in turn, I’m always on the hurt end of things. Kindness is supposed to pay off, but at what point do I receive my refund and return? I don’t live life thinking about how the other person would feel for a reward, but at some point I really would love to have someone think, “If Tiaundra treated me this way, would I be okay with it,” and then proceed to do the nice thing. I long for such rarities.
The weight on a Black women’s shoulders is strenuous, tiresome, and heavy. Black men, how can you not appreciate this woman who carries her weight and yours? Yes, you are King, but don’t ever forget that she continues to be beside you riding with you, behind you helping to pick up the pieces, and in front of you warding off any evils coming your way. The many roles she inherits from birth are not lost upon her. She continues to show up and show out every day for your household and the vast majority of the time she moves in silence without the want or request of accolade. Your Black Queen strives to be your everything through stress, exhaustion, and silent tears because she knows the weight of the outer world has rested on your back and shoulders from birth and aims to help ease that burden. Through the easy times and the challenging ones, she remains your confidant, your healer, your best friend, your escape, your happiness, your sunshine, your light, your guide, your backbone. She even allows herself to absorb your pain when you’re in agony and unable to fully articulate its source. With all that she is, how can you allow yourself to ignore the worth of this woman? How can you be so blind to see, understand, and be grateful for the value she holds in your life and society? When will the Black Queen be revered the way she should be? At what point did the admiration of her become lost?
I’ve been waiting to sound-off about this so I could compose my thoughts and write about it in a very poised way, but I haven’t reached that point yet so whatever. A few weeks ago, I was informed that someone who is supposed to be close to me decided they needed to say something negative about the way I’m living. I found it extremely funny that this person felt the need to comment on my life when theirs is full of drama, chaos, and turmoil. Compared to theirs, my life would seem angelic and boring. I am extremely tired of people pretending to have a lot of love for a person, but instead having so much hate and jealousy in their hearts. Just because you decided to wake-up one morning and decide that everything you did the hour, day, and years before has become null and void doesn’t mean that it didn’t exist. I’m realizing that the untrue negative things people have to say about the way I’m living are a direct reflection of the unfortunate decisions they chose to make in their own lives. Trust and believe, glass houses and stones don’t mix well and your home is one pebble away from crashing down. Why even say anything about how I’m living when you know I’m aware of the lifetime of awful decisions you’ve made? So, speak for yourself and leave me out of your negative energy. I’m trying to live my best life and your jealousy (although it gives me a good topic to write about) causes less of a delay to that than you were anticipating.
I finally paid off one of my credit cards! Go me!!
To celebrate, I treated myself to tator tots for breakfast.
It’s the little things….