Today is the first day of March. It’s a new month. Time to create micro goals and get to moving. You are now in the third month of 2017 and are you doing what you love? Are you doing what you want? Are you making the changes that you said you would? It’s not to late. Let’s make it happen.
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One day you will wake up from this cold world where you feel all alone and know that I am here
One day you will listen to those whispers of love and encouragement and have them not fall on deaf ears
One day you will see the beauty that your eyes hide from
One day you will hear the beat of the drum
The drum that speaks life into you
Slow and steady
It beats for you
It beckons you to come forth
It beckons you to not stay in the dark
It beckons you that you are a fighter
Feel the rhythm my sweet princess
Dance and move enjoying the beat
Let the power within take control
Morning sits on the horizon
Your breakthrough is coming
So, this happened….
Restored Ministries is one of my favorite blogs. The blog gives it like it is by sharing personal stories of failures, successes and how God moved in you. I’ve said it before that I’m a Christian and I love reading all kinds of blogs. This blog speaks to me about where you’ve been and where you can go when you just trust. It’s like God is whispering in your ear and you have that Aha moment and your life comes into focus.
I’m excited to share my story with them and I will be sure to link back here. Please check out this blog of faith, hope and strength. Trust me you will be blessed.
Today the world learned that the one and only purple passionate one has died. I’m talking about Prince Rogers Nelson. The man who changed not only the music industry but the world with his music. I, like many of you, am a Prince fan.
His music was by far one of the reasons for my sanity today. His music helped me get through many tough times. Not sure how? Check out the lyrics to “Let’s Go Crazy”. He told you that there was a God. That everything will be alright in the after world. That you have to enjoy this life why you’re in it.
‘Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the after world
In this life
You’re on your own
And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy, punch a higher floor
We’re all excited
But we don’t know why
Maybe it’s ’cause
We’re all gonna die
And when we do (When we do)
What’s it all for (What’s it all for)
You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door
Now, if that right there don’t let you know that God is real! Whew! I’m thankful that this man loved him some God and believed that this life and pain we go through is only temporary.
But, not just his love for God, but his love for woman made me hope and pray that someday I would find a man like him. A man that would just love me. A man who was not above telling me like Prince said in “Adore”...
Until the end of time
I’ll be there for you
You own my heart and mind
I truly adore you
If God one day struck me blind
Your beauty I’d still see
Love is to weak to define
Just what you mean to me
I am thankful that the purple one that gave me so much peace and passion through his music is in a better place. Prince Rogers Nelson (June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016) you are forever in our hearts and minds. Know that you are phenomenal and we will always remember.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any rights to the above photo. I did a Google search.
It’s been a bear of a week for me. I’m sorry for not writing, but last week was crazy busy because for the first time in a long time I felt as though I got absolutely nothing done. I felt like a hamster just spinning on the wheel. It was exhausting…mentally, physically, socially and emotionally. My friend said, “You sound like you’re exhausted” when we were on the phone last night. “I am” I replied.
Why? Because so much has been going on. Here’s a snippet of my life:
- My co-worker resigned last month and a lot of work was transferred to me and the other team member. No big deal right? Wrong. We are a very paper oriented organization. Where are the tree huggers when you need them? We utilize paper enrollment to make changes to your benefits, enroll in your benefits, change your retirement, etc. One person enters them and the other person has to review and validate the entry. Yep, it really is 2016 and we’re still 10 years behind.
- I spend many of my days in meetings or trying to figure out this “new system” which seems to have unexplained quirks that cause me stress. I try not to eat lunch at my desk, but get up and eat with my co-workers because I need that lunch time laughter to rejuvenate my mood.
- Munch has been crying more than when he was a baby. He cries over everything. Any and everything that upsets him will bring about severe onslaught of tears. I’m so frustrated. It is exhausting. I said to him “Munch, every emotion doesn’t require tears. You can be sad, angry, frustrated, disappointed, etc but you don’t have to cry. Why are you always crying?” He responded, “I can’t help it mommy. My tears are too big for my eyes.” Um, yeah. He really said that. I reached out to his pediatrician for help and she recommended therapy. She said that it sounds like he has a little depression. Don’t know what a little depression means, but she recommended that I find a therapist specializing with children because depression usually starts showing in children Munch’s age and parents often overlook it. I found a therapist and he has an appointment this evening.
- On top of having to add therapy to my ever growing to do list, Munch started swim lessons again on Saturday mornings. Early Saturday morning practices and then off to church school and choir practice because the Easter program is on Sunday, March 20th. Saturday was packed and included a birthday party for my nephew who turned 2 last Friday.
As you can see I’ve been overloaded. Not to mention that Munch starts spring soccer and my schedule went from busy to overloaded. I kept thinking…Tae Kwan Do, swimming, soccer, tutoring and therapy. Something has got to give. However, Munch is not hearing it. Added practices for the Easter program and the upcoming Spring break and I can’t wait for March to be over. I still haven’t made the therapy appointments for my own right arm because until my son is okay I can’t even begin to schedule something. I’ll miss work. I’ll get behind. I’ll forget stuff. I’ll be overloaded again, but nothing else matters until my boy is good. I’ll deal with the rest. I mean isn’t that what single parents do anyway?
I read this great post the other day on The Isaiah 53:5 Project asking “Why Blog?” I loved this question because I think many of us can agree that we all think that at some point. Why Blog? I’ve even felt that way. Why waste my time trying to write something folks may never read?
Then it hit me…why not? Why not write because you have something to say and even if no one reads your stuff you are still sharing your words. Your truth. We want to engage our readers. In my case, my writings vary daily from topics. I wear many hats so I write what I feel.
I will write about God, Jesus, the holy trinity. Dating, relationships, sex, money, parenting, sins, work, career, black lives matter, health, fitness and my munch. My stories vary, but I get less likes on my Jesus posts than anything.
Same thing happens on Facebook when I tell how awesome God is. Maybe a sprinkling of likes, but when I post a picture of me I get so many likes. Does that mean we’re shallow? We don’t like someone spreading the good news? I don’t know. I don’t sweat it. Because all I can tell you is my truth. My point of view. So, I write. I blog. Without ceasing.
And so should you.
You don’t have to be a scholar to share your words. Even if you reach one person then it’s worth it. We blog because it’s worth it. We write because it’s worth it. We share our truth, stories or poetry because it’s worth it.
Don’t give up fellow bloggers. Keep blogging. Keep engaging and just keep writing.