So I was thinking about how my son turns 18 years old today AND graduates from high school on Sunday. I feel such a wide range of emotions (which has been the case every day this year so far). The most prominent feelings I have right now are relief, happiness, and excitement, mixed with a tinge of fear and worry. Let me see if I can break these down for you a bit:

• Relief - There were points, especially in the last year, where I didn't think my boy was going to make it. My son is extremely smart, but because he hated school so much, his intelligence wasn't always evident in his grades OR his behavior. Certain things just didn't make sense to him and he made it known either through his defiance or questions that he asked like, "I'm never going to use *insert non-factor subject*. Why do I need to take this class??" Or one time, after his gym teacher made a snarky comment to him about what he would or would not do with his future/college, my apple, who has not fallen too far from the tree said, "So you went to college to become a GYM TEACHER?!" His mouth got him in trouble FREQUENTLY! My baby boy ended up going to a total of 4 high schools! One time I took him out of school and put him in online school, because he had ONE more time to be suspended before he was expelled!! So, whatever word describes the highest level of relief, that's what I am!
• Happiness - My flesh of my flesh started to completely wild out during the first semester of his senior year. When senioritis hits a child who doesn't really like school anyway, it hits with a VENGEANCE! That prince of mine got suspended from school, then he went back and got suspended from the bus and right after that, he ran away for a month and missed school all that time. He did NOT want to come back home and he did NOT want to go back to school. I am happy because I didn't give up on him! Even when I felt like giving up and people implied that I should, I COULD NOT! I'm happy because as much as he fussed and argued and complained and rebelled, in the end, he didn't give up either! I'm happy because after ALL we went through, he finished school with MORE than enough credits. The best email I've received so far this year is the one from his guidance counselor that said, "You have met...graduation requirements to participate in the virtual ceremony...your student is on the graduation list." HALLELUJAH!!!
• Excitement - I'm excited that my boy is grownish while I'm still youngish! LOL...I'm excited that we can finally close the book on this phase of our lives and I can't wait to start this new chapter...this new book! I'm excited to see how he navigates through this next stage of life. I'm excited to see how life will be mothering a young adult and how life will change for us.
• Fear and worry - Some of the same reasons I'm excited contribute to the fear and worry I feel. I'm a little scared to see how he navigates through life. I'm afraid of loosening the reins and not having the "control" I'm used to. Meaning, I can't shelter and protect him as easily. I'm worried that he'll experience some suffering and learning things the hard way and not be able to bounce back. I'm afraid of him making the wrong decisions or hanging with the wrong crowd or going to jail for something stupid...or going to jail for nothing or dying for being black...

But, I won't dwell in the fear and worry. I will be grateful for the relief. I'll ride the wave of happiness. I'll relish the excitement. And I will have faith that every good thing that I (and our village) taught him will come to the forefront of his mind when he needs it, that he will take heed, and that God will keep him supernaturally protected. 

There were times I would look at other parents post about their children on social media, about their academic accomplishements or their sports prowess, and I would be envious. I would start to second guess my mothering skills and be upset because I didn't have anything to brag about. However, comparison is the thief of joy, and I had to remind myself that every person has their own path and that doesn't make any child or parent better than the next. My son has his own path to follow and I have plenty to be proud of. My heart bursts with pride for how he continues to overcome and push through mental health obstacles, major life changes, and just the everyday struggles of being a teenaged black male. Happy Birthday and Congratulations to my JR!❤❤❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉  

So I was thinking about what the entire world has been thinking about; the Coronavirus. I must admit, when news of the pandemic started gaining more traction, I didn't think much of it or take it as seriously as I obviously should have. I guess I thought America was safe and wouldn't be struck as drastically as places like China or Italy. I thought people were over-reacting and simply giving in to media induced hysteria. After that, I was under the impression that the ONLY demographic that could be negatively, even fatally, effected were elderly people. Then, I learned that immunocomprised individuals were also at risk, which includes people who are diabetic, asthmatic, have cancer, etc. The pieces of the puzzle all came together for me and FINALLY locked into place in my brain when the Governor of Illinois mandated a "shelter-at-home" for the state and as more American cities/states followed suit. I began to pay closer attention to the rising number of cases, the increasing mortality rate, the steadily falling economy, and other factors and news related to COVID-19. 

What seemed like a frighteningly disturbing episode of Black Mirror or The Twilight Zone became even more real as the unwelcoming ramifications of this virus began to inch closer and closer to home. It went from news from thousands of miles away to knowing somebody who knows somebody who encountered somebody who was infected to knowing somebody who knows somebody infected to knowing somebody infected to actually losing my former manager/old friend to this seemingly stealthy invader.

I get it now. This is real. It isn't fake news. It isn't just going to fade away suddenly. Hospitals are filling up, resources are running low, people are DYING! But, for some reason folk STILL aren't getting it! We need to stay the (fill in the blank with the most emphatic word that works for you) home!! DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE UNLESS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. IF YOUR JOB IS NOT ESSENTIAL, THERE'S NO REASON TO BE OUTSIDE. YES. GET FOOD AND MEDICINE AND NECESSITIES, BUT ANYTHING ELSE CAN WAIT! LIMIT THE TIME SPENT OUTSIDE YOUR OWN RESIDENCE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. STOP VISITING FAMILY AND FRIENDS. DON'T HAVE CHURCH GATHERINGS OR HAPPY HOURS OR BIRTHDAY PARTIES OR SLEEPOVERS OR DATES OR GYM SESSIONS. IF THEY DON'T LIVE IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD, CATCH THEM LATER! THINK ABOUT SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF. BE A PROTECTION AND A HELP TO OUR ELDERLY AND OTHERS WHO MAY BE MORE SUSCEPTIBLE TO INFECTIONS. IF YOU NEED TO, DROP FOOD OR SUPPLIES OFF TO YOUR LOVED ONES AND THEN SKEEDADDLE!! COUGH AND/OR SNEEZE IN A TISSUE AND IMMEDIATELY THROW THE TISSUE AWAY. CLEAN AND SANITIZE SURFACES. WASH YOUR HANDS WITH SOAP AND WATER!!

I may not know all the medical terms or may not be able to articulately explain the "flattening of the curve", but I DO know it is better to be safe than sorry. I'm constantly making a conscious effort to do everything within my power to be as safe as possible and am encouraging others to do the same. No, we don't have to live in fear and panic. Pray, have faith, be positive, stay hopeful, etc. All of that can be done while being wise, thoughtful, cautious, patient, and using common sense. You have time. Use it to educate yourself on what's happening around you and why it is important to adhere to social distancing and what it will mean in the long run. Stop being naive and thinking you or those you love are invincible. Be thankful that we live in an age of techonology where there are a plethora of ways to virtually keep in touch with anyone, at any time, in any place. Take advantage of FaceTime or Zoom or Skype or email or texts or Marco Polo or WhatsApp or Instagram voice/video or Facebook voice/video or good old fashioned picking up the phone and placing a call! Get on Al Gore's internet and find all the freebies that are available now; free concerts, free media subscriptions, free workouts, free deliveries, free classes, free tutoring, and more! Journal, read, exercise, meditate, pray, clean, work on your business plan, dream, watch your favorite tv shows or movies, listen to music, sing, dance...whatever you do, STAY THE (BLEEEEEEEEEEP) HOME!

So I was thinking about what a lot of us have been thinking about since Sunday: Kobe Bryant and the other lives lost in the helicopter tragedy on 1/26/2020. I know we've all been inundated with news stories, podcast specials, social media posts, etc, and that's one of the reasons I had to go ahead and write. This has been on my mind and heart so heavy, I wouldn't be able to move on like I need to without an outlet to release all these feelings I have. Forgive me if things are all over the place. It has been hard for me to gather my thoughts. 

There are several celebrities whose deaths have impacted me and who I have sincerely grieved for; Aaliyah, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Prince, and a few more. It's like I grew up with these people. I listened to their music, watched their movies, saw them on TV, watched interviews, and read articles. Thankfully, I got to see Prince in concert as well. I even remember ministers using some of their songs as titles for their sermons! Until their death, MJ, Prince, and Whitney had been around and heavily visible for my entire life! Aaliyah was just a few months older than me and I followed her career from the beginning. Because of their talent, their status in the entertainment industry, their high profile relationships, and for some, their even higher profile troubles, I knew more about them than some of my family members! Shoot, we have so much celebrity access via various media outlets, they can start to seem like family/friends.

Now, I'm not the biggest sports fan. I mean, it's cool but it isn't my cup of tea like it was in the 90's, especially basketball! I was born and raised in Chicago and grew up during the Jordan era when the Bulls were on fire! I used to actually watch games and not just during the playoffs. I may not have been familiar with their positions, but I knew all the players on The Bulls and many from the other teams. I watched the games when Jordan led Chicago to 6 championships. I remember when Chicago's Kevin Garnett went straight to the NBA from high school. And I remember when Kobe Bryant did the same after him. Like those I mentioned before, it's like I grew up with him! I remember he was a year older than me. I remember he graduated in 1996, and that he took Brandy to prom! After 1998, when The Bulls won their last championship, I didn't watch much basketball, but it didn't matter because Kobe Bryant became a household name. I know he spent his 20 year career with The Lakers and that he became what many consider to be one of the greatest basketball players of all time. I didn't keep up with his stats or keep track of the number of championships he led his team to, but I did pay attention to what I saw in the media about his family, I was aware of his various business ventures, I enjoyed various commercials and guest spots, and I did watch his last game before he retired in 2016. I even remember when he tried his hand at rapping...lol...this loss has struck a major cord. I've been legitimately grieving since I heard the news on Sunday.

Before I get into my personal feelings about everything, let me just say this: I already have a love/hate relationship with technology and social media and things like this cause me to lean more toward hate. I keep hearing that families found out by seeing it online like we did. Can you imagine the added devastation?? The other annoyance that comes to the forefront during these times are the folk among us who are extra "woke" and hypercritical. They're quick to spew their disapproval of humans caring for "this" and not for whatever "that" they deem is more important. And why is it okay for us to care about some people we don't know and not others?? 

Even as I type, I'm still trying to understand and properly articulate why this has hurt me to the extent it has. Maybe it's the nostalgic element. Perhaps it's knowing that he was young, healthy, and doing something that he did often. It's probably because I'm thinking about how close we were in age and this incident has reminded me that of the few certainties we have in life, death is one. We can't control it. We can't predict it. We have no say. When it's our time, it's our time. It's unnerving, but also motivation to live my best life and live, love, and serve like every day is my last. It's possible that this traumatic event pains me to this degree, because my heart is bursting with sympathy and compassion for his wife, his daughters, and the other families of the rest of the passengers who lost their lives on that helicopter. I even think about what their last moments must have been like as they were going down. Did they get to say anything to each other? Did they pray? Cry? Scream? Were they afraid when they realized what was happening? Or did they find their peace? Did they hold hands? Hug? Maybe I've been crying off and on since Sunday, because this freak accident reminds me of my own sudden loss. It'll be 13 years this Sunday, 2/2/2020, since my 19 year old brother died in a car accident as he headed to get a haircut before work; young, healthy, doing what he did often. Both occurrences sparked questions of; Why him? Why now? Why the good people? Both reignited an acute awareness of human mortality and God's sovereignty. Each incident caused me to take inventory of what is really important and shocked me into remembering the insignificance of temporal and petty things. I've also gotten a greater realization that though death is an inevitable part of life, we're still not 100% ready when it hits and the timing or the way in which it happens will not always make sense. I can't control death, but I CAN control how I live my life and how I treat others, so when I leave, it's with few regrets. 

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die...A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:1, 2a, and 4 (KJV)



 

So I was thinking about how this is my son's senior year of high school. I dropped him off for his first day a few hours ago. As the day approached, I anxiously worried myself into a frenzy. For some reason, I’ve just felt really overwhelmed, nervous, and...terrified if I’m being completely honest!
This is a huge deal! It’s the end of high school, the end of “childhood”, and the beginning of the rest of his life. And, I’m just worried that he isn’t ready. My baby is still a baby and I don’t know if he’s ready to grow up! I know what you’re probably thinking, “Cheryce, YOU’RE the one who isn’t ready for him to grow up!” That isn’t it. Really. I actually felt excited that he’s getting closer to 18 and almost out of my hair. I was ready to let him go spread his wings and figure out this thing called life for himself, ESPECIALLY since he thinks he knows it all already! Who was I kidding though?! Him getting older just brings about a new set of concerns and a different level or stage of parenting.
As his senior year drew near, I was extremely reflective and stressing majorly over everything from his haircut to clothes, from grades to college acceptance, from graduation fees to prom costs, and every little thing you can think of in between. I harshly critiqued my parenting and shoulda, coulda, woulda’d myself to smithereens. My boy has endured way more in his little life than I ever intended. Situations we’ve ended up in haven’t always been ideal and he’s had many challenges to deal with, go through, and overcome. Although not always easy, many times frustrating and upsetting, I’m proud of my son for his strength and resilience. However, I was a MESS thinking about it all...just really TRIPPIN! Even as I write this, I’m realizing that even though hindsight is always 20/20, there’s nothing I can do to change or fix the past. What I CAN do is move forward with 20/20 vision for what’s right in front of me and for what’s ahead. I can stop beating myself up for what I think I could’ve done better or differently and use previous mistakes and experiences as lessons and stepping stones. I’ll continue to do my best as a parent, using any previous mistakes and experiences as lessons and stepping stones. I’ll keep encouraging my child to do and be his best, applaud him for his victories, congratulate him on how far he’s come, affirm his greatness, lovingly push him to his potential, and in the process, enjoy what life has to offer through it all. As a result, I’m certain this will be his best year yet! Salute to my wonderful child and all the class of 2020!

So I was thinking about turning 40. Why? Because I’m 40 today. Lol! Yep, today I’m the big 4-0. Right now, I’m in Mexico having the absolute time of my life, but for months leading up to this, I had all types of mixed emotions about turning 40. But, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m happy, grateful, and looking forward to this new decade of life! I haven’t written in a while, but today I wanted to share 40 important lessons learned during my 40 years of life. Let me know if you relate!

1. ​Neither age nor maturity make a person exempt from making stupid mistakes. Whether you’re 10, 16, 40, or 62, we’re less than perfect humans, so mistakes are inevitable. But, some are way more idiotic than others. If you believe age and/or maturity automatic stop your ability to make dumb decisions, I’m here to dispel that myth. I do believe being older or mature greatly reduces the chances, but it is certainly possible that you’ll wear the dunce cap a time or two as you get older. No matter the age, the key is to try to learn from your mistakes, so you don’t make the same one again.
2. Even though we live on the same planet, in the same universe, during the same time, we all have our own reality. It amazes me at times how two+ people can be involved in the same event, activity, or scenario, but come away with drastically different perspectives. The saying about there being 3 sides to every story; your side, the other side, and the truth has proven over the years to be 100% accurate. Many times it isn’t that a person is lying, but it’s that different personal variables cause a person to experience/feel/see/understand things in a different way.
3. ​What may seem like common sense or natural to you, may not be universal. Different personalities, upbringings, convictions, etc., may cause a person to do things completely against what you believe to be true or make sense.
4. Grandparents and teenagers go through the same invasion of the body snatchers program. Seriously, when parents become grandparents and children become teenagers, it’s a whole new ballgame. They don’t just adjust a little bit, they TRANSFORM! I’m convinced they are all picked up by extraterrestrials and transported to the same galactic training center.
5. Multiple things can be true at the same time.
6. To have success, one must work hard and/or be in the right place at the right time, know the right people, have adequate experience, have proper education, be lucky, have money, know how to get money, etc, etc... It really just all depends.
7. It is possible to survive trauma/tragedy/adversity and live a full and happy life.
8. Nobody has parenting down pat. NOBODY! It doesn’t matter the number of children a person has, how long they’ve been a parent, or what type of formal education they have, not one person has parenting ALL RIGHT!
9. Forgiveness of one’s self is JUST as important as forgiving others.
10. In the grand scheme of things, another person’s opinion of me doesn’t matter, ESPECIALLY when they don’t even know me.
11. No matter how angry a person gets, it’s important to take a beat and think before reacting in anger. Although gratification may be instant, the consequences of knee jerk behavior could be far worse than whatever the situation is.
12. I will sacrifice convenience/luxury for peace. A peaceful home and a peace of mind are two of my most valuable possessions,
13. Opinions really hold no weight if the person has never personally experienced that which they have such a strong opinion about.
14. Good credit is major key. I wish this was something that was emphasized more as far back as elementary school.
15. A person can love their child/children and not (always) love being a parent. Because that junk is hard. Perhaps the hardest endeavor I’ve had to take on in my life.
16. Humans suck. One must work diligently to not suck TOO much.
17. If you can read and you have working tastebuds, you can cook. It isn’t as mystical as we’ve made it out to be. Just read, follow directions, and season to taste.
18. Black people are phenomenally extraordinary and magical human beings. Period!
19. You can’t make 100% of folks happy 100% of the time. I’ve stopped trying. You should too!
20. Jesus turning water into wine is the first recorded miracle in the Bible for a reason! He didn’t have to do it, but I’m SO glad He did!! Lol
21. There is no surefire/right formula for finding love or sustaining a relationship.
22. Life is absolutely what you make it. A person’s choices determines their quality of life.
23. Radio and television and the subsequent evolution of both, are two of the greatest inventions known to man. Aside from taking glorious naps and curling up with a good book, there’s nothing I like more than being carried away to a different time and/or place through artful lyrics and creative storylines!
24. A quote from The Color Purple is appropriate at MOST times. Will I use one during this post? Could be, could be not. Who’s to say? 😉
25. No matter how many beautiful, exciting, and fun places a person travels to, there’s nothing like being in the comfort of your own home, in your own bed.
26. The good Lord takes care of babies and fools! And I haven’t been a baby for a long while. Thank you, JESUS!
27. People don’t value time like they should, especially if it isn’t theirs!
28. So many wonderfully drastic changes can take place in one’s life just by adopting a new focus and way of thinking. I’m amazed at how I got my entire LIFE by focusing on my blessings and finding lessons in life’s lemons.
29. Seemingly small and insignificant decisions/actions/words can have a long lasting effect on a child, whether good or bad. Many times it carries over into adulthood and can influence their interactions with other people, how they raise their own children, their mental health, etc.
30. Happiness comes from within and you must make a daily choice to pursue it.
31. Meals without meat are delicious and satisfying! I NEVER thought I’d be the one to make this declaration. I couldn’t fathom having a meal without some hunk of flesh! I’m coming up on two years as a pescatarian, with many of my meals being strictly vegetarian, sometimes vegan, and I’m LOVING it!
32. Love is hard. Like the love I talked about in a previous blog post. Click here to read.
33. There should be more peanut butter than jelly on pb&j sandwiches. It took me many years to get this right. As a child, I used very little pb and SLATHERED my bread EXCESSIVELY with jelly. It’s gotta be the other way around to be good! I could eat pb&j every single day of my life, with chunky peanut butter and strawberry preserves or jam!
34. You can administer wise counsel to someone until you’re blue in the face, but if they aren’t ready to receive and change, those good words are going in one ear and out the other. So as long as it isn’t something extremely detrimental, save that good breath, unless advice is solicited. Even then, don’t get mad if a person asks for your advice and still doesn’t take it. You’ll save yourself some frustration.
35. The Bible is FILLED with nuggets of sound advice. Things that are practical and can be easily applied to every day life. I’m beyond grateful for the tidbits I come across when reading or the things I remember at just the right time during certain points of my life.
36. What’s right for me, doesn’t mean it’s right for you.
37. Water+sleep= cure all. For real. Try it! I guarantee you’ll notice changes in your health and energy level with adequate amounts of water and sleep.
38. There is nothing wrong with asking for help. We all need it sometimes, in some capacity.
39. The most important attribute of a Christian is love. But, it doesn’t seem to be what’s most emphasized.
40. 40 isn’t as old as I thought. I remember thinking 40 was so old. I mean when I think about my parents at 40 and other people I know, it was just different. No offense, but 40 seemed old and stuffy! 🤣 It doesn’t have to be that way!

So I was thinking about this happiness challenge I just completed. A year ago, my friend Shari and I embarked on a "100 Happy Days Challenge". We had been discussing where we were on our happiness journey and I reminded her of this challenge I had done about 5 years prior. The 100 Happy Days Challenge was started by Dmitry Golubnichy in 2013. It was a personal challenge he established where he would post something that made him happy each day for 100 days. He began this journey after finding himself discontent with his career and other "first world" problems, but then realized that his friends were happy with circumstances that were seemingly mundane. Dmitry figured if they could be happy, certainly he could too. He decided to post a picture on social media for 100 days that reflected something that made him happy that day and used the hashtag #100HappyDays. As his friends noticed what he was doing, they wanted to join. From there, the challenge continued to grow and more than EIGHT MILLION people have participated! You can find out more about this movement by clicking here. After I recounted to Shari how rewarding the challenge had been for me, she decided that she wanted to do it and I agreed to join her again. The challenge proved to be such a fulfilling endeavor, that we decided to extend it to a year and continued to post using the hashtag, #365HappyDays.


I am pleased to say that we finished the challenge yesterday and it was just that, a CHALLENGE. If I didn't understand the concept of the word, I undeniably do now! Heartache, death, disappointment, illness, rejection, confusion, mental illness, fear; these, among others, are all things I encountered that effected me either directly or indirectly during this last year. There were many days where it was a legitimate struggle to find something that made me happy during the day, but I did and learned (and remembered) so much during the process. One major key I recalled is that being happy does not mean being devoid of struggle or pain. Happiness is about choice, perspective, and emotional maturity. Emotional maturity is this: acknowledging your various emotions, allowing yourself to feel, and realizing that it isn't healthy to suppress your feelings OR dwell on your feelings to the point that they become toxic. By sticking with this challenge, I have clarity of what happiness is to me. Check out these 10 points.


Happiness is:

• Living life to the fullest. The life God has given me and this earth God has blessed us with is unlimited in what they have to offer and I’m going to take advantage of as much as I can while I’m here!
• Not worrying about things I can’t change. There is no benefit to worry, ESPECIALLY when it comes to what I have no control over. Worry causes stress which causes illness and in the words of the ever so eloquent Sweet Brown, “Ain’t nobody got time fa dat!”
• Changing the things I can. If I’m not happy with my weight, my career, my finances, etc., , I have the autonomy to change those things. It may not be easy, but I can make the diligent effort to adjust, and eventually I WILL have the change I want.
• Surrounding myself with good energy. I do everything within my power to frequent places and be around people with nothing but good vibes and positive energy. If that isn’t the case, I bounce! ✌🏾
• Having faith in the omniscient God I claim to believe in. Believing that He has my back, knows what’s best, and is working everything out for my good helps to alleviate worry about any obstacles I may face.
• Not waiting to do/say/go/see. Why put off tomorrow what can be done today? I’m working on being more intentional about doing what I want to do, when I want to do it, and not always waiting for someone else or for the “right” time or the perfect weather or anything else that is simply contributing to my procrastination and may be holding me back from a rewarding experience.
• Taking care of my mind, body, and spirit. I’ve made it a priority to read more, I’ve changed my diet (and still working on making that even better), and I’m back to making sure that my spirit is consistently fed.
• Admitting when I’m wrong, apologizing, and doing better. This realization has mostly come about due to my experiences with my teenager. Just because I’m the adult and the parent, doesn’t mean I’m never wrong. I also should never be too prideful to apologize. I’m still a work in progress, but as I move toward being better, I see how even slight changes effect (or affect? Y’all, this still gets me!! LOL!) my son and when he’s happy, I’m happy!
• Choosing to learn from mistakes and using failures as stepping stones to success. Pretty self-explanatory and another work in progress. I’m realizing more and more that I can’t beat myself up for mistakes. I have to learn and move on. Because I KNOW better, I’ll DO better, and outcomes will BE better!
• Protecting my peace. I will do this at all costs. If it means distancing myself from a close loved one, not attending certain events, not being involved in particular activities, etc., I MUST do it. Peace is one of the main ingredients in my happiness recipe!

In the midst of the trials I was confronted with during this challenge, I was able to focus on aspects of each day that made me happy. And, out of everything that brightened my day, it was the 3 Fs that prevailed; family, friends, and food! 😁
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Focusing on positivity and finding my daily happy, caused me to have more of an attitude of gratefulness, which transformed my perspective. I found myself in more of a state of thankfulness than in pity-party mode. There really is always a bright side, and for that I am happy. ☀️🙂

So I was thinking about job interviews and how I loathe them. Lol...but for real! It’s extremely hard for me to “sell” myself and answer those stupid questions they ask you at every interview. The words “tell me about a time” make me want to tear my ears off and rip somebody’s tongue out. 😩 I can’t “tell you about a time” Susan, because that ish has never happened to me or it HAS happened, but every time I get in an interview, I get a chronic case of temporary amnesia, so I really don’t know what to tell ya. Where do I see myself in 5 years?? Prayerfully, some place far far away from here, finally doing what I love. Becks, truth is, right now I just need to be closer to the crib, doing what I gotta do until I don’t have to do it anymore. Ya feel me?? Why do I think I’m a good fit? Because it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to do what you’re asking. And you’re in luck, cuz I’m no rocket scientist, although I’m probably way smarter than you, which doesn’t matter since you’re the one asking the questions while I sit here with excessive dry mouth and disgustingly sweaty palms...These are all things I want to say or am thinking, but I replace it with some semi-intelligent, what I hope is convincing, tell’em what they wanna hear bs...


Now, what I CAN do is write and if given the time, opportunity, computer or pen and paper, I could knock these interviews out of the ballpark! Like seriously, why can’t interviews just be like essay questions on an exam??


You know the other thing I hate about interviews? The fact that per HR policy a certain number of interviews have to be done within the company or whatever the stipulations are for conducting interviews even though they may already know who they want to hire. Recruiters, hiring managers, or to whomever else this may concern, if you see my name up for a position where this is the case, please do NOT pass go. Skip on by me, k? And stop kee keeing with or grinning at me and oohing and aahing about my answers making me think I got this in the bag and you KNOW you have the “Thanks for coming out, but we’re going with another candidate and you’ll no longer be considered for this position but you can keep applying” email ready to send in your drafts! And even if you don’t know, I’d rather interviewers keep the poker face. Don’t get my hopes all up with your flattering reactions and body language.


Can you hear the rejection and bruised ego in my tone here?? 😫😢 I hope whoever was hired instead of me, quits their first week...(sets reminder to remove my website from my email signature when corresponding with a potential employer🤣).

So I was thinking about Candy Crush and the epiphany I had while playing. First off, don’t be coming on here judging me. Yes I still play Candy Crush. And yes, I make in-app purchases. It’s my escape! 😂 Anywaaaaaay, I woke up at 4:30am to use the bathroom, came back to bed, and started playing Candy Crush. Now, even though I consider the game as an escape, a way to just relax and rid my mind of the cares of life, there are those times when my brain actually functions while playing and I contemplate life’s (at least my life’s) greatest mysteries. Somehow, as a rainbow of candy colors exploded across my screen and the corresponding points flashed brightly and ostentatiously before my eyes, my mind wandered to a(nother) dating app I’ve joined. I haven’t an inkling as to how the vast array of hues and the spontaneous bursts of the sweet treats on my cellular device led me to thoughts of my drastically less colorful or sweet love life, but alas, here we are.


The app I recently joined is BLK. It’s much like all the others; Tinder, OKCupid, Bumble, etc. What makes this one stand out is that the majority of the potentials are black. So, the thought I had was that I didn’t turn on the notifications. I established my profile, did a few swipey swipes, didn’t approve notifications, then didn’t look at the thing for about a week. When I went back on after that time, I had several messages which I responded to, but still didn’t turn on the notifications, and now another week or so has passed and I probably have more messages. Could be. Could be not. Who’s to say? Whatever the case may be, this flash of reflection thrust me into a vortex of thoughts surrounding my dating experiences and the consistence of nonexistence when it comes to my relationship status. As I quickly plummeted down that black hole, I was struck with a realization I had, surprisingly, never before pondered. I have a thorough, comprehensive list that I’ve compiled and tweaked over the years of everything I want and need in a man/relationship. But the one thing I didn’t include or emphasize or require with any man I’ve dated/talked to/liked is that the person needs to be sincerely interested in me.
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Let me see if I can articulate this clearly. As I reflected, I recognized that the men I’ve dealt with all had a lot going on, whether it was in their current job/career, a dream they were trying to fulfill, a skill they were perfecting, a degree they were pursuing, a family issue they needed to rectify, or even an internal/mental struggle they needed to control or come to grips with. I was always the sounding board, the encourager, the helper, the brainstormer, and/or the pseudo-therapist. But what about me? What about how I feel?? I’ve had tons going on over the years. Even as far back as my ex-husband, nobody really showed much interest in MY thoughts, feelings, hobbies, dreams, etc. Things were always pretty surface and one-sided. What I need is a person who is genuinely concerned with my desires, pursuits, fears, triumphs, failures, and joys. We can bounce ideas off each other, be a listening ear to each other, encourage each other, etc. etc. That’s what I’ve been missing!!


Yep. All this from an early morning trip to the bathroom and a frivolous (or is it?) game on my phone. Maybe now that I’m aware of this huge element I’ve been lacking, I can attract a love as colorful and sweet as Candy Crush...

So I was thinking about Solange's new album, When I Get Home, that I just listened to. Chiiiiiiiiiillllllle. I work overnights, so I listened about an hour ago and now it's a little after 4 in the morning and I cannot WAIT to see what her fans/stans/bandwagon jumpers have to say. I wonder if they're going to love it the way they obsessed over A Seat at the Table. I didn't like that album. It wasn't HORRIBLE to me, but I gave it a couple listens and did not fall in love like most people I know did. I can't even remember anything from that album aside from Cranes in the Sky because that was played out everywhere...a song title, lyric, melody, NOTHING can I recall! 
Since I seemed to be drastically outnumbered when it came to my opinion of her last album, I decided that I needed to give her new stuff a try. I thought that maybe I would find in this new album what was missing for me in the last one.  *insert eye-roll here* I want my 39 minutes back, plus interest. I mean, that should tell you something there. The album has 19 tracks, which includes about 5 interludes, and it is only 39 minutes long. And when I think about it, I'm glad because I would not have been able to endure another nanosecond. The psychedelic music was distracting and the repetition of some of her words/phrases was annoying. Furthermore, I mostly couldn't understand what the heck she was saying, not because her lyrics were so deep or her subject matter was so heavy, but simply because I couldn't understand her melodic mumbles and groanings. Then, when I COULD make out words, I still didn't know what on erf she was talking about. I actually think I blacked out a time or two. LOL! 
Don' t get me wrong, I think she's extremely gifted and I like her earlier albums. These new school tunes aren't doing it for me though. It isn't just her, but I can't get with a lot of the current music. I LOVE all types of music, but the older I get, the shorter my attention span, the shallower my understanding, and the more clogged my ears. Ain't nobody got time to be deciphering the meaning or lyrics. Lol. I could listen to my trusty 90s/early 2000s music all day everyday. I've even been incorporating more music from the 70s and 80s for my everyday listening pleasure. As a matter of fact, excuse me while I listen to my James Ingram playlist. :-)