Hope Floats.

A thought popped in my head today when I arrived home. Would it possible for me to live a life of solitude? Here are a few reasons why I considered it:

I’m already an introvert, so I’m not to far from it.
I hate dating (I prefer sharing my time and energy with one person who understands me).
I hate people (Not really, but I dislike most).
My track record of relationships have been a total fail.
Not to mention there are currently no prospects (my phone is dry as the Sahara)

Solitude seems like a solution to avoid the awkwardness of meeting new people, going on pointless dates, and risking being hurt and used when I decide to give someone a chance. But for a person like me who is a woman of faith, who is a prisoner of hope, and a firm believer in love, I had to quickly snap out of it.

There is no in between. It’s either Faith or Fear.

So instead of choosing an option of isolation because I’m afraid of not receiving what I want, what is it that I really want?

I want meaningful friendships.
I want a relationship that will lead to marriage.
I want a family.

We have to be real with ourselves otherwise we will be miserable. We cannot give into our fears. We cannot try to strategize against fear, we have to overcome it. And We must choose hope to do it. When we feel like drowning, that’s what we need to grab on to, because hope floats.

Love. Hope. Faith.
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I Forgive Me.

I must admit I can be naive. I look at the world in these rose colored glasses. Believing that all people are good. But gone are the days when you could leave your porch door open. Gone are the days when you could let a man come pick you up from your home for a first date. And now apparently, you can’t park your own car in your own driveway.

Yesterday, to my surprise, I woke up to see my car window shattered. Not to be broken in, thank God, but just to be vandalized. Someone shot two of my windows with a pellet gun for fun. You can imagine how upset I was. I felt violated. Something I worked hard for was tampered with for the sake of….well nothing. The funny thing is, something told me to pull it in the garage that night. I usually do, but I got sidetracked and just didn’t. I figured it’s in my driveway, locked up, and I’ve left it out there before with no problem, so it should be ok. So when I made the discovery, I wasn’t just mad at who did it, but I was mad at myself for leaving it vulnerable. This situation opened up my mind to wonder:

How do you forgive yourself?

Although, someone else did the act, I played a part in it because of my own decision. I didn’t listen to my spirit. My intuition. The inkling. Whatever you want to call it, I ignored it. So because of that, I blame myself. This showed me that it’s just important to forgive yourself as you do others. Matter of fact, forgiving yourself is harder. You can forgive others and never have to deal with them again, but you, you can’t run away from yourself. You have to live with your own decisions and consequences.

So what will be my steps to forgiving myself? I will get it repaired immediately (my OCD won’t allow me to drive around like that for long). I will always, always, always park my car in the garage from now on. I will take this as a learning experience. It could have been much worse. This act of vandalism may have saved me from an actual break in somewhere down the road. And I will listen to my heart and spirit at all times.

I forgive them and I forgive me.

Love. Hope. Faith.
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Old Phones Can Open New Doors?

So my phone decided to just shut down on me. Luckily, I’ve been in this situation enough times to keep an old one. Usually I erase all the pictures, texts, and data from old phones, but since I wasn’t getting rid of it, it still had everything from before I stopped using it. As soon as I powered it on, I went into my old text messages. I still had old texts from my ex. He used to send me a daily quote everyday. Since I write morning messages for everyone else, he thought it would be nice for me to get one as well. He was such a caring and thoughtful guy. Was….but I digress. One quote I saved stared me in the face:

“I’ve felt my fair share of pain, but nothing hurts more than not being enough to someone you gave yourself completely to”

I don’t know who wrote it. I never bothered to look because at that time it didn’t apply. I was so happy and in love that I didn’t think twice about it. But funny how it’s so fitting now. It is a perfect description of how I felt when things ended. To me, nothing hurts worse then feeling rejected and abandoned by the one you love. That’s why it’s so easy for us to become guarded. We put up walls because we think it’s better to shut out people who could potentially bring us pain.

But if we try to shut out sadness, we will shut out happiness too.

So this old phone did bring sadness and disappointment. It did remind me of the relationship that failed. But it is also a reminder that even the old can bring new things ahead.

I got my new replacement phone today.

Love. Hope. Faith.
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Slip ups.

I called an ex last night.

I know, I know. Bad. He didn’t answer thank God. I was having a weak moment. I started thinking about him, reminiscing on the times we spent, and fell into a vulnerable state. But fate knew better. Either that or he sent me to voicemail ::shrugs shoulders::

I was seeking a temporary fix. Trying to feel something more than pain and loneliness. But doing that would have only left me with regret and more confusion later.

Pain + pain = More pain

I share that to say this, even in our strongest times, we will have weak moments. Although I’m in a great place in my life; good friends, supportive family, career, strong faith in God, etc., there are moments when I feel unfufilled because I don’t have that special love in my life. I’m not afraid to admit it. I want to share the things that most people are afraid to. The good thing is, they are only moments and those moments eventually pass.

We’re human. We all want love whether we admit it or not. We all have vulnerable moments. We may backtrack. What’s important is that we don’t let a moment of weakness like calling our ex, pull us into a pit of despair. Slip ups or just that, slip ups. We didn’t fall.

Love. Hope. Faith.
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How to Get Away With Murder.

Kisses. Secrets. Hand holding. Hugs. Good morning texts. Late night phone calls. Love notes. Sleep overs. Delicious dinners. Deep conversations. Spontaneous trips. Priceless companionship. Sounds good doesn’t it?

Now imagine that being replaced with nothing. No kisses. No conversation. No contact. Unreturned texts. Unreturned phone calls. An empty bed. Solo nights. Nothing.

That’s murder. And I’ve faced death.

I’ve been given life before, awakened by love, only to die a slow death. You want to get away with murder? Give your love to someone and then snatch it away.

But what is the alternative? Never be vulnerable to love? Shut it out? Protect yourself?

You can’t die without living first.

No one wants to experience heartache and pain at the hands of someone else, but that is a risk we have to take. Just be cautious of who you’re handing your heart to. They might just be a murderer.

Love. Hope. Faith.
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Single. So?

So I have 4 jobs.
I work full time as a special teacher, I teach 2 different afterschool programs, and I give therapy to kids on the side. Even with all that, I manage to keep my weekends free. That is my time to relax, read, catch up with friends, go the movies, whatever I wanna do. But believe it or not, it can also be a difficult time. Why? Because it makes me face the reality that I’m alone. I wake up Saturday mornings in an empty bed (Well, I wake up every morning in an empty bed, but Saturdays give me time to think about it…lol). It can be hard because I remember the days when I could roll over to cuddle and kiss and……make breakfast. Now I roll over to catch my dog staring at me like, “Can you get up and let me out, please?” Don’t get me wrong, this is not one of those sad, single, and lonely rants, but it’s a reality.

Not everyday you’re going to enjoy being single. And that’s ok.

It’s ok to desire companionship. It’s ok to want love and affection. The thing is, not to let those desires keep you from enjoying your life now. There are so many things you can accomplish in your single stage. Pursue your education (Dr. Days has a nice ring to it), go travel (Bahamas is waiting for me in May), fellowship with old and new friends, and so on and so on. This is a time to build. To prepare. To be a better you. Not just for you, but for the person that’s looking for you.

So you’re single. So?

#love #hope #faith
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A Chair is Still a Chair.

Let’s see. Valentine’s Day last year, what was I doing? I was strutting around in a short black dress and four inch heels. Cooking dinner for a man I loved deeply. Instead of a buying a card, I wrote a heart felt letter expressing everything I felt for him. That day, he heard, read, saw, and felt my love for him. I put alot of effort into making him feel special (although I made sure he knew he was appreciated everyday).

Fast forward to this year. What will I be doing? I will probably be in my pajamas, eating pizza, and watching Netflix. Alone. What does that tell you? Alot.

Time changes things.
There are no guarantees.
We can’t predict our future.
Our plans can be interrupted or changed.
People come and go.
What a difference a year makes.
Forever doesn’t always last.
Shit happens.

I could go on and on with a bunch of cliché sayings, but I paint this scenario to say this; one day out of the year, this one day out of our lives, is not significant enough to impact our relationships or our worth.

For those in relationships, this one day will not ‘fix’ or ‘save’ anything. If you do not celebrate each other daily, then those flowers, teddy bears, and chocolates won’t make a difference.

For those who are single like myself, this one day doesn’t take away from your value. We put so much importance on certain days and relationship statuses that it causes us to think our lives aren’t great. You’re alone on this one day, but what about the other 364 days in the year when you’re among family, friends, and other loved ones? Don’t let this one day take away your worth during the rest.

A chair is still a chair.
A room is still a room.
A day is still a day.
And you are still you.

Love. Hope. Faith.

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No Fear in Love.

We worry about who’s she’s been involved with, who’s he’s slept with, who’s hurt us before, if we’ll get hurt again. We worry, worry, worry. Especially when it comes to love. But rightful so. Who in their right mind would want to give all they have in the name of love, just to lose it all? I wish that pain on no one. I’ve experienced it before and never want to experience again. But who’s to say I won’t?  We can investigate, build up a wall, and be cautious all we want to, but if we really want love, we have to be willing to risk it all.

The beginnings of relationships can be a beautiful thing. The period of getting to know each other; learning the likes, dislikes, wants, and needs of another person can be an amazing experience. But then you realize how much you’re investing; how it could all be snatched away in one moment. That’s when the fear comes in. Then the worry. Then the breakdown of the relationship.

We get so caught up in the beginning and so worried about the end, that we forget about the middle.

When we do that, we lose moments. We sabotage something that could be beautiful. There are no promises, we don’t know if things will last, but we can take current moments and enjoy them now. We all have a past and we should think about our future, but don’t forget to live in the present.

#love #hope #faith

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These Two ♡

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I love looking at pictures of Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee. They just exuded love. In their time together, not only did they pour into each other, but their love spilled out into the world. They were activists who’s passion about love and life was not able to be caged. They fought together, and I imagine them crying together, laughing together, and bouncing ideas off of each other. They built a life together. Built a family together. I see them lifting and encouraging each other. Of course with all marriages and relationships, when you’re on the outside looking in, you never know what’s really going on. I’m sure they had their difficult times, but what matters most is that they got through it together.

Where is this love?

Am I a fool to believe that this type of love still exists? In a generation of side chicks/dudes and THOTs, Housewives who aren’t housewives, and the acceptance of cheating, lying, and no commitments, can real love be found? What are the ones who still believe in love and marriage supposed to do? I say keep believing. Keeping hoping. Keep praying. I don’t believe that one generation is better than the next. The same opportunities that were available in the past, are still there now. There are still marriages standing the test of time. Although we may not have many images of it, it still exists. We can still find it.

So where is that love? It’s all around us. Waiting to be found.

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Dear Future Husband

I’m seeing the dear future wife/dear future husband hash tags and posts everywhere on social media. Some people take a humorous approach to it, some think it’s cute to do, while others like myself believe in it. For me, it’s not meaningless. I am actively speaking into existence the things that I want in my husband. I am actively praying for him whenever the mood strikes. It’s because I believe in him. I believe that he is somewhere out there actively looking for me. Praying for me. It may sound crazy, but that is what faith is about. Speaking to the unseen. Speaking about things as though they are.

So if a spouse is what you desire, pray for them (to show up) and pray for them (their well-being).

Do not be ashamed of what you desire. If you want to be married then speak it. Put it into the atmosphere. Pray about it and believe it will happen for you. Don’t fall into the statistics and reasons why it can’t happen for you. If that desire is in your heart, it was put there and it will be fufilled.

#love #hope #faith
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