I haven’t played a bad hand in a couple of decades so the fear of one landing in my lap terrifies me worse than losing a game of spades in a freshmen college dorm room.
I told a fellow writer the other day, “We’re just playing with time, now. We’re not old enough to give up but we’re not young enough to still get googly-eyed over the small stuff.”
I didn’t mean it …
I still get googly-eyed over the small stuff.
When your heart is wrapped up in something, nobody can stop you from pursuing that thing. It becomes what you chase after with a force that can dominate your opposers.
Breaking into beast-mode should be a career. Creative minds run rampant when headed toward their own tunnels of light.
Little bundles of treasure await each and every one of us.
And like “Peg,” we’ll gladly “smile for the camera” when our time comes.
Last night, I started keeping a gratitude journal for a recently introduced venture to take place in the near future. I journal regularly, but only to write out my thoughts, feelings, and perhaps the day I’ve had for reflection.
I am thankful for the gifts & talents with which I’ve been blessed, and it is an awesome experience to have people recognize them.
Below is a picture of the quote on the front cover of my journal.
Sunday has given me another chance to wake up and do great things to help and shine a light on some beautiful people. And I am going to do that.
I think I am headed in the right direction. I hope your day will be an outstanding one!
Front Cover Journal Quote Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
professional word left by a fellow artist could mean something big
Yesterday, I read a comment on a previously published The Grieving Room newsletter that was left by a fellow writer who is also an entrepreneur and visual artist that said, “Adore your ✍🏽 when you are serious about the “dream” publishing gig let’s talk.” Many of you know that I dream of working professionally and full-time as a writer/editor/content creator. This same writer and entrepreneur approached me a few months back, and I hadn’t had the energy to take on anything else that would drain me as it was right after Chrissy had passed.
She expressed her thoughts about the vision she has and I had definitely been a listening ear. The beginnings of it were still bouncing back and forth in her head. However, she stated she would have everything sorted and closer to fruition by late summer or early fall. So, here we are …
We have a call today at 11:00 am. My response to her upon sending a follow-up email to her comment was, “I am interested in a full-time writer/editor/content creator position, and I am extremely serious about this.” Phone numbers were exchanged, call time and date noted, and in less than one hour, I will speak to someone who has been reading my work for years and is interested in helping me help them take their brand to higher heights.
I pray there will be good news. Whatever occurs, though, I will share it with all of you.
I am an open book with a tired spine. I am not an only child — the eldest of seven. I creep beneath the sun’s shadows on cloudy days and savor a subtle breeze as it blows haphazardly in my direction.
Not a smoker. Not a drinker. Not a person who cares if you do or don’t, as long as you aren’t bringing harm to others — do as you please. I won’t sit back and keep my tongue on pause when a situation/action/ordeal rubs me the wrong way.
I am not your best friend’s best thing. Not a visual artist. Not a fan of everyone merging into one another. Where is the ability to be unique — to stand out from the crowd?
The bandwagon is toppling. We need to lighten the load.
I am not a night owl — not a club-hopper, can’t tell you the last time I’ve allowed someone to get within six feet of me if they weren’t family or a close/best friend.
I am not interested in cryptocurrency, bitcoin, sales & marketing. I don’t want to know how many ways I can flip a house.
I could care less about social media. You won’t find me on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or TikTok; hell, I’m barely tolerating LinkedIn, and it’s lightweight entertainment on a good day.
I still listen to my favorite artists on CDs, others on vinyl. I have zero shame in pulling up YouTube to venture down memory lane.
Nope, I’m not addicted to Spotify, Apple Music, or any other app that gives me hundreds of thousands of artists at my beck and call.
I can write until my fingers bleed. I give birth to stories that have spent more than nine months in my brain. I am a healthcare worker leaning towards 20 years in the field.
I am not heterosexual. I do not lack love. I cannot stand what this world is becoming.
I am not in a relationship — don’t want to be “hooked up” with your boy or “set up” with your girl. Keep your friends where they are — they’ll have way too much to deal with as it pertains to who I am now.
I can say that openly without stuttering. I can say that and feel no shame. I know where my lane is and I stay in it.
I am me. Flawed. Fearful. Forgiven. The things I am not are exactly who I am.
I will be preparing myself for the arrival of my kid sister this coming Friday. She’ll be here to celebrate her 23rd birthday with me, and I haven’t seen her in a little over three years.
I have work today through Thursday, and then I will have Friday and next Monday off.
I will return back to my regularly scheduled WordPress interactions and creative writing on Saturday, July 09, 2022, in the morning.
Here’s hoping Tuesday and the rest of this week will be a safe, enjoyable, loving, and blessed one for each of you.
A Cornered Gurl 
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