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Saturday, January 22, 2011

For The Love of The Benjamins

I seen an old friend of mine, with bags full of trinkets for her daughters 4th birthday party. The hand that carried the heaviest bag also carried a wedding band. It amazed me. We are here in our 24th year of life, yet she has what people search FOREVER for. Im still not sure how that made me feel. I wiped a tear from my eye shortly after we parted ways. I know I was happy for her. That I know. I was there in the waiting room when she found out she was pregnant, and I remember when she told me about the proposal. I was there through the darker days too. I think that's what gets to me. I remember thinking, "that could never be me," and now all I can say is "I wish it was."

A young woman in pursuit of happiness, which equates to "life, love, and laughter," yet my finger is empty and Im chasing a dream. Hmm, that last sentence didnt sound THAT bad at all. I know that at this point in my life, Ive figured out how to laugh, Ive figured out who I want to love, and Im learning how I want to live. This post is on the heels of this eye opener, thats why it started out emotional but ends optimistically. I am where I should be..This post is dedicated to Benjamin family. Happy for your journey, hope it goes on forever, and Im honored to be able to see this much of it.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Life, Love, and the Lesson


My bloggers, my bloggers, how long has it been? I missed u. Times sure have changed. This post is me, telling you, that somethings are not easily explained, or easily erased. One of my earlier posts was called "Expired Honey," where I spoke of not letting your past taint love. Then, I had a post way later called "I'm Ready," about erasing loves. Haha. If you didn't know, it was for the same person. I've tried, and tried, and TRIED to erase that man, but couldn't because somethings aren't meant to be removed. My eyes watered, leaked, sparkled, and shined brighter than ever for the same person. Imagine that. The way my heart jumped into his pocket when I saw him, and left with him upon exit. The way oxygen was sucked out of the room if something was said that may close the door between him and I. Man, what a feeling. I've had my highest highs, and lowest lows with one person's portrait in view. I could go on forever, trust me, I care that much. Instead, I want yall to be comfortable to be unsure, to take a risk in confidence that there will be ground beneath your feet. Trust me, I have no idea what Im doing, yet I know what I will not do- abandon the lesson my heart is teaching me, good or bad. A lesson is a lesson no matter who teaches you. Another post dedicated to a great love, a great teacher. To my favorite "what if," to my Honey :-*