Anger Becomes Her

I'm not sure when I became a real woman and realized being "crazy" wasn't cute, but it happened.

I don't remember anyone sitting me down and telling me my temper would lead me away from the things I wanted. 

During my teenage years/early twenties my temper and subsequent behavior was horrible. I would lash out verbally and physically at anyone, without much provocation.

I wish I would have had someone to sit me down with me during my formative years in attempt to teach me how to control my anger, but I didn't.

I'm noticing that a lot of the young women in this generation don't know now to keep their anger under wraps.  There have been numbers of news stories about young women fighting and the such. Cussing people out of no apparent reason....it's just sad.

Perhaps they don't realize that there behavior leads to health and mental problems.  They are hurting themselves more than anything else.

Not sure what I can do to help teach young women that that behavior is not the way to go. I want to do something.  I want to show and teach them how to handle difficult times with grace. I want to teach them the art of "killing them with kindness."

Love

Relationships only work when the people in them actually roll up their sleeves and function as a team.

There have been a few relationships in which I was concerned more about my agenda verses the biggest picture of having a strong, unbreakable bond. Well this last time I believe I put my best foot forward and it didn't work.

I want and believe in lobe and I will never give up the fight to have it.

Love

Relationships only work when the people in them actually roll up their sleeves and function as a team.

There have been a few relationships in which I was concerned more about my agenda verses the biggest picture of having a strong, unbreakable bond. Well this last time I believe I put my best foot forward and it didn't work.

I want and believe in lobe and I will never give up the fight to have it.

Alone

It's been a while since I've felt so alone.

My Birthday Weekend

**Late Post**

So a few weeks ago marked I was blessed to celebrate my 33rd bornday!  The best and maybe worse part about it was that my bornday fell on Mother's Day.

Borndays a VERY important to me.  It's a day to celebrate my birth.  The day I entered into this world full of promise and purpose.

This year was a bit different for me.....and I'm not sure why.

In years past I would grab my friends and have some sort of celebration.  Last year I went to Tae Bo, indoor rock climbing, nail spa, dinner and the club!  This year I stayed in.

On Friday, I went to GLE rehearsal like any other week.  I did leave a hour or so early, but I stayed home after I grabbed a quick bite to eat.

On Saturday, I laid around the house and retwisted my hair.  The highlight, if any, was I got inked!  I went to a respected, local tattoo shop and received my first tat.  Yea, I'm a G now, lol.

On Sunday, my actual bornday, I got up and made breakfast.  After that I really just lounged until my folks came over.

So yea, my actual bornday was pretty uneventful, but I'm looking forward to see what 33 has to offer.

Road Trip Haikus

This weekend Itook my first road trip to North Carolina with my girls.  We had a blast, to say the least. I summed up my weekend in a series of haikus.

North Carolina
My first road trip with my girls
Foolishness abounds

She is so prissy
Reliving her college days
NC Chapel Hill

Head in her pasta
Exhaling at the site of
Dasani Water

I love my Whit-ty
She is growing up so fast
Wolfpack represent

No Friday night shows
Amel Larrieux had sound woes
Art of Cool was, eh

We ate So much food
From Krispy Kreme to Cook-Out
I can't fit my pants

We were all white girls
Jamming to our favorite  tunes
Jagged Little Pill

I want to move South
Southern hospitality
Changing my zip code

Battlefield

Dark days
Ebony nights
Blackouts and pain

My soul is aching, mind racing
I see pieces of my spirit slain before my eyes
Each defeat chipping away at what’s left of my sanity
The devil’s taunts are louder than the angels’ singing

My breastplate is bruised.
My belt is unbuckled.
My helmet is barely on.
My shoes are undone.
My sword…..yea, what sword?

I’m in the heat of a battle I keep trying to fight alone.
Darts of pass transgressions stain my new white garment.
No matter how I try to hide or duck/dodge, I can’t seem to win this war.
I’m standing as an army of one in the midst a million adversaries.

In my attempt to run I fall to my knees.
2 Chron 20:17a, “You do not have to fight in THIS battle. Position yourselves, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord, who is with you.”

On my knees I stand
Still
Unmovable
While my Father conquers my battles