New Attitude

The older I get the more I began to realize just how funny life can be. Today I had my first "Waiting to Exhale" moment. Now if you don't know what I'm talking about then you need to run out to Blockbusters and grab the movie...enough said. Anyway, as I was going through my "moment" I got bold and decided that I was going to have my eyebrows and upper lip waxed. Now mind you, I've heard horror stories about waxing which is why I've been very hesitant, but like I said I was having a moment. The experience was different. I didn't feel any horrific pain like I've heard so many women complain about. Actually, I thought it was better than me trying to use tweezers, ouch! My lip did tingle, but I shook it off. So here I sit 3 hours and 40 minutes later and why is my upper lip still tingling? Actually it is kinda puffy, but I guess if you've waited 36 years to have it waxed that can be expected? Anyway, I don't care because let me tell you...I look great!!!! And I feel fabulous!
I guess part of my "moment" was induced from reading "Crazy Men Will Make You Do Crazy Things" by New Orleans native, Java Weatherby. I think the title says it all. Sometimes we do things for all of the wrong reasons, like to please that special someone, and other times we just forget about us because we are so into "them." But when you do things to please yourself... the rewards are endless. My moment was just that...mine! And I walked away with a new attitude about myself! So if you are feeling kinda blue take a moment just for you.

There Is A Time

As many of you already know my mother made her transition into the next life on Friday, March 10. During my time of grieving I've learned a lot about myself and those around me. First, I discovered that I am a lot stronger than I have ever given myself credit for. A strength that my mother recognized a long time ago. Now I will have to rely on that inner strength as I try to go on with my life. Secondly, I realized that things are never as they seem. My mother never shared with others that she was dying. A woman filled with pride, her death came as a surprise to those who were not in her inner circle. Since my mothers passing I have been fortunate to take in the goodness of those around me, such as my close friends and my extended family from Cherie Quarters, Baton Rouge, Dallas, New Roads, Lafayette, Maryland and San Francisco. I thank each of you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness and generosity.
In addition to my spirituality and faith in the creator, I have found inspiration in the writings of Vanessa Alexander Johnson "When Death Comes a Knockin." Vanessa doesn't bore you with technical jargon, but instead she keeps it real and down to Earth. Her book feels like a conversation between two friends. And believe me when I tell you that when you are grieving that last thing you want to hear is the textbook version for how you should be feeling. For those of you who enjoy my blogs, there maybe some time lapse in my posts but bare with me as I am going through a transition of learning how to live without my best friend and mom.

"There is a time to live and there is a time to die" Ecclesiastes 3:1