Slice of Life…

Today is a good great day! By the grace of God, I am here living out another day. This past week was har difficult, but I’ve made it! I received a text from my blog-bro Ray, who was over in the UK for a little while and now he’s back home. I thought he had put me down, but he lied assured me that he hadn’t. He then extended an invite to Hotlanta at my earliest convenience, and I’m seriously considering taking him up on the offer, as it’s been approx 6 years since I’ve been to the ATL-hopefully this time, I won’t see n*gg*s walking around with a fresh marijuana necklaces on.  You’re not in Hawaii, and that is not a lei! Whatev!

Keep in mind…i said he’s my bro. While I’m mindful of that fact, that doesn’t mean he will be. Before I officially say yeah, I need to make sure he understands what AIN’T going down. A sista will be staying at her own place in ATL-nice having connections. If you don’t specify in advance–it makes for an awkward situation. THAT won’t be happening here.

I’m like Ciara-my goodies stay in the jar!

That was cute in my 20’s, now I’ll cut you

I need to get away.

Speaking of which, Wednesday the 5th, I’ll be “going-going-back-back-to-Cali-Cali!” I’ll be leaving out after work…so I can see my dad, sis, cuz/sis, nephews etc etc! I can’t WAIT. It’s sooooo cold here in MI, even the thought of being able to soak up a piece of sun is worth its salt.

Last week was a week of potential, that potentially went nowhere!
Towards the end of the week, I was slightly confused by the actions of a brother, but you know what? Friday looked up.

Today, I’m communicating with a brother who seems to have his stuff together, and knows what he wants. We as women must tighten the reins on our emotions, because when you give your all early…you become vulnerable and therein lies the chance of getting hurt.

Instead of second guessing myself, and plucking at the fiber of my being as one would do with a stray piece of yarn until there’s nothing left but a tangled heap of nothing. I tapped into the strength that God had imparted in me. This unexplainable strength compels me to go on, when I don’t want to. This strength allows me to persevere, when I want to pack my bags up and go home. This strength forces me to look in the mirror and say, “Bria–THIS TOO SHALL PASS!” And know it will.

Most times God’s plans and our plans don’t coincide. Whatever develops from this new communication, I pray that it serves a purpose.