“It’s been a long time…

If you are from my day then you know the rest of the lyrics, “I shouldn’t have left you without a strong [post] to step to”. Like Eric B and Rakim wanted to keep the beats coming, I want to keep the blog posts coming, but sometimes life gets in the way of what we want to do, and what we must do takes precedence.

So I think it’s safe to say that I have been doing a lot less thinking out loud and lot more self-reflecting.

In January, I made the decision to leave the school that had been my home for the past ten years. While the move was strategic and one that I consider “a grown-up and necessary decision”, it still hurt me to leave a great place with some of the greatest teachers I’ve ever worked with.

In February, God got my attention when my mama suffered a heart attack. My world was rocked as I realized that I was not ready to lose my mama. I was aware that my mama had lost her mother to heart disease at a very early age, but even still, it didn’t register that I could lose mine. Call me selfish, but I was simply not ready for her to be gone. I prayed for God to keep her, and He did. I am forever grateful. My entire family is.

In March, one of my friends was suddenly taken away by a careless driver. I have to tell you that I have never felt more powerless than when Michelle died. Her loss sticks with me and reminds me that we are not promised another second, minute, or day on this earth. That life is God’s most precious gift.

In April, I did a lot of self-care stuff. I got my eyes checked (got new glasses and contacts), made dentist appointments for myself and Tamia, and oh yeah, I had a skin tag removed from the back of my leg. It was an ugly little tag too. It looked like a piece of skin just flapping and waiting to get caught in anything, ewww right?  So, the decision to remove it was not a difficult one to make, but let me tell you, having that thing removed hurt like the dickens. I wanted to cry, but I held it in. Now that the pain is gone, and my leg is a little closer to flawless, I am happy that I decided to go through with it. All of my self-care improvements made me even more thankful for my employment and my health insurance. So if you have some things to attend to, get to it. Be proactive and not the other way around.

In May, my oldest daughter and I got in “Formation” and went to see Beyonce slay and of course turn lemons into “Lemonade”, and after Prince’s death, this concert was much needed. I have seen some great artists: Luther Vandross, Maxwell, New Edition, Maroon 5, and Janet, just to name a few. But I never had the pleasure to personally witness the greatness that was Prince, and I regret that. So being able to see and witness firsthand just how intoxicating Beyonce really is was beyond powerful. Not that you needed to hear it from me, but she really is a mega star and a wonder to behold. If ever you get the chance to see an artist that you admire, don’t hesitate because they truly are living art.

Now that it’s June, and yet another school year is coming to a close, I hope that I can get back to doing all the things that make me happy: spending time with family and friends, reading books (Netflix and Hulu marathons), shopping, slow cooking, and blogging. I have some DIY projects in the works as well as some new home organization tips to try. But trust me, I’ll share them with you all here on the blog.

Starting with marathoning Season 2 of the Netflix original Bloodline. There really is no telling just how far the Rayburn family will go to keep their secrets just that.

Until next time, I leave you with this poem, and while I am no lover of British Romance, this poem/sonnet resonates with me. Let me know if it does with you as well.

The World Is Too Much With Us
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.