The Greatest of all

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My coming into this world was not picture perfect. It wasn’t the ideal scenario that we all see on Television. People may question God/Goddess on why things happen. I know they definitely questioned my Mother and Father. I know for sure my parents also questioned themselves. How did or why did my Mom get pregnant. Here I am 35 years later thankful that despite what it looked like it was the perfect opportunity for me to come here. I had the ticket and the timing was perfect. We all received the ticket that brought us here; love. That love frequency needed to be at a certain level for us to be birthed. That frequency needed to be maintained in order for us to be healthy and ushered out of our Mothers womb.

I am a love child.

Yes, I am a love child. My parents were not married nor were they a couple. They were just two individuals that took a great liking and fondness to each other. They were not an item. The truth is they enjoyed each other’s company for however long and created me. I am not a mistake. I knew I was special as a young girl because of all the love I had.

The truth is my Mom lied to me for 30 years and never told me that the man that helped her raise me was not my biological Father. The truth is I actually respect my Mom and love her now even more now. No one knows what she went through and what they would’ve done if they were in her shoes. As a mother she never made me feel less than. She never made me feel like an outcast. She took care of me. The truth is the man that raised me passed on before I found out the truth. I call that man my Daddy. He helped me become the woman I am today.

I am courageous.

It took courage, love and a solid support system to process this truth. To not be bitter and play the victim role. I am not devastated but I am hurt. I am constantly processing this daily. The truth is I am glad it happened because it was the perfect opportunity for me to arrive and thrive. I am thankful for what looked like a tragedy or something horrible to one was a blessing for me. My life has changed in ways unimaginable since the truth came out. I am extremely grateful that through this I have gained another level respect for my mom and both men…

Of course I’m making it sound so perfect and beautiful but going through it was far from that. Everyone around me was effected. Some felt more hurt than I was. Some even were mad with me because I found out the truth. I just want to focus on the love. The highest frequency.

So no matter how you got here you too needed that frequency to be on love. Mommy had to love you and herself enough to take care of a child she did not see for almost 10 months before holding you. The love had to be there. Let love be your greatest gift of All. Let’s try to operate on that frequency of love daily.

By Julz WordSmith

My Order

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Is it truly, really too much to ask?

I’m just looking for some consistency 

A little bit of security

With a dash of charming 

A tall order of dark 

With some handsome

A side of Romantic

With consciousness all over 

Is it truly, really too much to ask?

A Whole lot of love 

With some compassion

With a dash of kindness 

A side of inspiration 

Full of Confidence

“Is that all”? The order taker asks

“Is that all?” I question myself. No I think I will take some Honor as well. 

By Julz Wordsmith 

MLK Day

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On this MLK I took an adventure and traveled in New York City. I traveled to the heart of Harlem and Queens. I declared today to be show some Love day. I showed myself some love by first being chauffeured by New York City’s best MTA Express bus service which took me right into the city. Nothing like being driven around. I sat in the hair salon and enjoyed reading The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (a must read) while getting my hair done. For lunch I treated  myself to some delicious seafood. I was on cruise control with no conflict or negative emotion. I allowed love to carry me. There was no anxiety or no stress. I did exactly what I wanted without reservation about my choice. A day of pure simple Pleasure. 

I made sure that today I showed love every where that I went. I operated in love with all those I encountered. I kept that love vibrating all day. 

It was upon Leaving the daycare and heading home that a wave of emotions hit me. I was requested by my eldest Sun to turn on the radio for some music. As soon as I turned the radio on Stevie Wonder’s MLK Song was playing and we all started singing “Happy Birthday to Ya, Happy Birthday to Ya, Happy Birthday!!!” I started to get goosebumps and an overflow of emotion came over me as I drove. I was at the red light clapping my hands and stomping my feet. My mind started to wonder… One day I will have to explain to these little brown boys I created who Martin Luther King Jr is and why there is a holiday in his honor. The pure fact that I will have to explain this to them is disheartening. That means I will eventually have to explain to them about Race, Racism, Segregation, Slavery, the Slave Trade, War, Civil Rights, Prejudice, Jim Crow and Lynching. I mean the list can go on and on. I don’t want to have that conversation with them. I rather talk to my little princes about our people being Kings, Queens, Gods, Goddesses, Rulers, Magicians, Shamans, Priest, Priestess, Alchemists and Inventors. Until that day comes I will continue to honor MLK every holiday with my actions and teach my Suns to do the same. 

What does MLK day mean to you? Have you explained to the young children in your life what this day represents? If so what were their responses?

By Julzwordsmith

Happy New Year!!!

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Welcome to 2017 & Welcome to my Blog. 

It has been a year since I wrote a blog post. My 2016 has been a year full of challenges that have surely taken me to different heights in my life. I have connected with a community of beautiful loving supportive Goddesses. I have also released what does not support me in my life. So distracted by my circumstance that I put my blogging on the back burner. Honestly my mind was caught in a web that was very hard to get out of. My perspective has changed on how I see people and more importantly how I see myself. 

I suppose things aren’t always suppose to be smooth sailing which makes me think of our purpose here. Through those challenges I learned more about who I was according to ME. I respect me more. I love me more. I trust me more. I have strengthened the relationship I have with myself. I have always been concerned and catered to the relationships I had with others. Over the past year I learned that I must put Me first. If you don’t your inner voice diminishes and you lose your way. 

Souls die every day and Souls are born every day. Losing one thing makes room for something else to come. Don’t forget that. I struggled with leaving things behind when I moved into my moms house. I had to leave behind what did not fit in a room but I also had to release that old programmed thinking I had. This thinking which led me up to this point no longer served me. I desired to go somewhere different then my life had taken me. These ideals and beliefs wouldn’t be able to take me to where I wanted and it sure as hell wouldn’t be able to keep me there. It was struggle every week that helped me exceeding my muscles and expand my definition of ME. 

So CHEERS to 2017.  May the Blessings be. 

New Year Goals & Challenges

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Happy New Year to you all and Happy February. 

I hope you ended 2015 on a positive note. I personally celebrated and enjoyed New Years Eve which is also my mothers bday. I shouted the roof of with my cousins and Suns. It was a blessing and a beautiful reflection of what 2016 will be for me. 

I want to thank all my readers for hanging in there with me. In exactly nine months it will be my 3year anniversary of Chocolategurlsworld. I am so proud of my creation and I’m proud of my dedication. This year I am challenging myself to take things to the next level and elevate in all areas of my life. This is not my new year Resolution but this is me challenging myself to take things up a notch or two. I think New Year Resolutions are balloons full of air; no substance. People create resolutions because everyone else does so. These resolutions are the same ones that they have made repeatedly year after year but couldn’t keep after the third month. Always nice and typical but never realistic. The process to achieve that goal is not layed out and thought out properly hence the reason why they are never accomplished. 

Every year around this time many people are trying to keep with the commitment of their New Years resolution. Gym memberships go up. Weight loss programs see plenty new faces even nicotine patch sales go up. 

This year I challenge you to take your life to the next level. Think of what you want to achieve and map out the steps. Take the proper time to see how you can make things happen. Think of things besides We are still in February so you still have time if you want to claim a “New Years Resolution”. I think telling others what you plan to do interferes with accomplishing what you want. Somethings are best kept to yourself. People and their negative energy can dampen your spirits. If you feel the need to share do so with someone that is supportive and most of all is a dreamer. I encourage you all to make use of your valuable time and cease the moment before it’s gone. 

  
 

By JulzWordsmith

Miss Independent

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We both didn’t grow up with many positive examples of a loving family but we did grow up in broken homes. We were not taught how to be loving, devoted women to our mates which makes us handicapped in our relating ships with our men. Nothing is easy and we will most of the time have to be the softer one in the relating ship. It is tough and I’m learning too. It isn’t easy. It will be something we both will have to learn as well as our mates on the ship. On the ship it will be smooth days, rough days, gloomy days and sunny days. Do u jump ship while there is a storm brewing? If you do,how would you know how to make it through the next storm? At what point do you decide to get off this ship? Storms will always come but they don’t last forever. Remember that. Thank God for Girlfriends, Mommas and Aunties. Through this Womanhood we will find support, courage and love to help us see sunny days. Me and a close girlfriend of mine were discussing relationships and I came to the realization that we were not given the proper tools to succeed in a relationship. 

This conversation opened me up to the truth that there are a lot of broken adults walking around trying to relate but simply can not because they aren’t willing to be open and honest. These same people are giving birth to children which just continues the cycle on and on. It will continue until that One decides they will do things different than previous generations. Are you that One?

  

Momma never said being in a relating ship would be easy. Actually Momma never talked about it at all. I received all my dreamy ideas of relating ships and being in love from Television. What a croc of shit!!! All them years of watching and not realizing that it was not true. Not everyone gets married before kids. Everyone does not have children. Not everyone marries their high school sweet heart. Sometimes it takes time before you move in that house and it isn’t always surrounded by a white picket fence. Oh yeah that perfect job, perfect friends and perfect life DOES NOT EXIST. There is no such thing. Momma didn’t talk about Sex. She didn’t tell me that some boys just wanted PUSSY. Mom showed me how to be a mini version of her. Please be mindful when you call your child a mini me because words hold power and the truth is you want your child to be better than you. I had to learn on my own by trial and error; the hard way. Many years, many heart breaks, many tears, many late night calls, many bootycalls which lead many of us women to become “Miss Independent.” When I was a teenager there was no Social Media. Something that I feel cripples the generation of today because the negativity out there outweighs the positivity. People are out in cyber world doing outlandish things to get likes, follows and shares. Basically selling their soul for a quick boost to the ego and at the same time promoting destructive behavior. Creating a false identity where no one has to know the truth. Lying about anything from being pregnant to being diagnosed with a disease all for attention. It’s a sad time when people can’t be honest with who they are and what they need. One thing that boogles my mind is this “Miss Independent” title given to women.  

Miss independent walking around here shaking her ass, swinging her Louis bag. Devouring men as one would do an appetizer on an empty stomach. There is no shame on how she is living. Miss independent decided that she wouldn’t be the one to be hurt. Walking around guarded with a shield of protection over her heart. What kind of living is that? Wearing the title “Miss Independent” as a badge of honor. The title should be “Miss Lonely”.  You know who she is. You seen her at the parties trying to hide among a group of her friends. Despite her efforts to hide and blend in the pack. One conversation with her is enough to turn a man off that is looking for a future unless he is looking for a future of simply sex. What separates her from the rest of the women is this idea that she doesn’t need a man and she is fine by herself. She is successful and made it to this point on her own merit. She looks good on the outside like she has got it together but that is just a shell. Deep within is a little girl suffering from some pain that she experienced as a child. Never really healing and loving herself. She used her success as a distraction. She climbed that ladder of success by over compensating in her career. Oh she has baggage too her baggage is just in a nice Gucci suitcase you know the one without the wheels which is hard to carry. This idea needs to die. There is no way that you can live this life without companionship, pets don’t count. We come here to experience, to build and bond all with the energy of love as the driving force. At times in your life there will be moments that you will be alone to handle or process what your dealing with at the moment. There is a difference between alone and lonely. Miss Independent is lonely. Sitting in her condo filled with the latest whatever and still lonely. Attending events looking fabolous but her life is a drag. A lot of women think this is  cute but it’s not cute when you are unhappy and depressed. 

                  

There will be heart breaks and let downs but don’t allow it to turn you cold and bitter. Get in tune with yourself, love yourself and that will help you heal. You have this life right now to live so why not live it up. You don’t need to be independent in a way that you believe you don’t need anyone. There is a reason there are other people on this planet. Being successful is not the issue but maintaining a balance in life is necessary for a fulfilling life. Don’t give up on YOU. 

Where does this independent woman mentality come from?
Do you know any “Miss independent”?

Have you been “Miss Independent”?  How did rid yourself of the title?

Please Share 

By Julz Wordsmith

Who I am

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I’ve been on this journey of searching within and digging deep within for the past several years. During this time I went from being a daughter, a lover and a friend to becoming a Mother of two beautiful Suns. 

Being an Auntie vs Mommy is totally different and I understand. You rent your cousins, nieces and nephews but you cant give your children back to anyone. On my Journey I continue to discover the many different layers of myself. One major discovery is who I am in connection to my Mother. I deal with this daily. Actually, I have been dealing with this for over four years. My Mother is a very strong, opinionated, stern, funny and dramatic woman that expresses her love in a different kind of way. We didn’t have a good mother-daughter relationship during my teenage years up thru early adulthood. I struggled with wanting to create my Identity. I no longer wanted to be seen as a little girl but a young lady. There were nights where I would call on my Father. I pleaded with him to come get me because me and my mom got into a heated argument, again. There were times I would cry myself to sleep asking God “Why am  I going thru this” “Why is she my mother?” I never received a response. I even ran away but ended up back home a few days later. 

I did not understand her. She was evil and miserable to me. All she did was yell, curse, complain and just never seemed happy. When she would come home this dreadful energy came in the house with her. My sister and I never knew which Mommy we would interact with at any given moment. My sister and I formed an alliance. We consoled each other whenever the other was in trouble. I protected her from punishment and she looked to me as her hero. I eventually learned that I could not save her (another story for another time).

I created a few outlets that helped free me from my reality which was reading and writing. Every chance that I had as a teenager I would stay outside or at the movies. Writing was my greatest escape and I have plenty of spiral notebooks to prove it … Haha haha. I would play my music and zone out into another world. I allowed the ink to take me away. The pen gliding across the paper felt great. I controlled that pen. I told it what to write. It never disappointed. 

I realized over the past few years that your children are extensions of who you are. It’s like a tree with branches. The parents are the tree trunk and the children are the branches. They are reflections of you; good and bad. The same go for our parents. Our parents help set the tone for us. They help set the blue print for the way that we will interact with people. How we see the world. If we are team players. If we know how to give and receive…Love. How we see ourselves. Knowing the family history is vital for survival. Knowing the health issues, understanding why all your Aunts and Uncles have different fathers. Why Auntie disappeared and changed her name. Why the Jacksons don’t speak to the Jordan’s. These are a few items but you see where I’m going!? There is such a thing called Generational Curse. No family is perfect but seriously take a step back and look at patterns in your family that span generations. When you check them branches and see how they are connected to the root and at which point, you will know your self. It is through understanding your family and ancestors path that you will know where u want to be headed. But until you check your family stories you will be delirious.  You will cause unnecessary pain for you and those around you. 

I have learned to forgive my mother and I no longer view her as a tyrant. Becoming a young woman I realized that my Mom did the best she could with what she knew. As I have grown into the woman that I am I noticed many skeletons fell out my moms closet. Things that I couldn’t judge her on because I know she did the best that she could. 

  

Dear Momma,

Why you so miserable? I barely see you smiling. Why don’t you express your love to me? You never say you love me. You barely hug me. I cringe every time I hear your keys opening the door. I want to disappear to a happier home. A home where my Mom & Dad are still together and happy. They are so in love each with each other and they love me too. But I open my eyes and see you standing right outside my room yelling out my name. It’s not my fault that your life is this way. It’s not my fault that you forgot about your dreams. That you were a teenage mother. That, that, that Daddy left you. That you tried to keep skeletons in your closet that always found their way out. I use to hate you but now I forgive you cause I realize your lost. Your a lost, unloved little girl in a grown woman’s body. I feel sorry for you. I pray for you. I feared being you but the way I’m built I will never be you.  I’ll pray for you. 

There are many elder mothers that have raised their daughters with damaged mentalities. The pettiness, the bickering, the divisiveness, passive aggressive behavior, jealousy and any other form of destructive behavior which does not promote love. These daughters are now grown up and having children of their own. I wasn’t given the best tools. I am learning and healing…Me. I had to stop and realize my Mother was broken. She does not know how to LOVE purely because of her brokenness. While raising her children that brokenness was projected on all of us. I am tainted. I have been trying to figure out who I am in this time. I must work hard to unwire the Bullshit. I must also heal myself so that I may be love to my children. I was having an emotional time while I was pregnant because I did not want to become my Mother. I worried about making the same mistakes she made. I feared being a single mother. I feared being a tyrant. I feared being angry and bitter. By the time my first Sun was born I realized “I am not my Mother”. I do not have the same experience she had. Therefore I can’t be like her. 

I am being real about this Life. It ain’t easy but I am doing the work to heal. I Reflect within. I transform into a surgeon by using the mirror to dig deep, cut open, toss out and patch up. I am not looking to any one to fix me because I know myself better than anyone else. I am my own Healer. 

Have you had this experience of seeing your parents differently than you viewed them as child?

How has that affected your relationship with them? 

I’m curious to know. 
By Julz Wordsmith

  
P.S. This post took me 352 days to finish. 

Inspiration

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Day dreaming

Fantasy

In my head

Creating this alternative reality where we step out of our shelter and we r loving each other. 

They see us and they know that it’s superior. 

They see Royalty. 

They see unstoppable. 

They see Supreme. 

They see Love.  

They see eternity. 

Maybe we are here…together to finish unfinished business from a past life. 

Our energy feeds off of each other..building each other up…Rising

You don’t owe me but you are serving me good conversation. 

You don’t owe me but you are serving me laughs. 

You don’t owe me but you are serving me guidance. 

You don’t owe me but you are giving to me freely. 

And I’m giving of myself too. 

When we step out together our Ancestors sing for us. 

When we make love our Ancestors clap for us.

We laugh at the old days when we didn’t know each other. The struggles, the pain and we embrace. 

You are the seed planted in my good ground followed by the storm. 

We know that the ancestors are behind us and our future in front of us. 

We have an understanding that is Only understood by US. 

They knew it was inevitable and it was only a matter of time before we decided to become one. 

Those that seen us knew. 

Those that know us feel. 

This is something that reaches far wider than time. 

All that know us want to be surrounded by US. 

Our love is addictive. 

Our love is a sweet Nectar with its own distinct Flavor that we created. 

Our love is magnetic. 

It’s safe. 

This is something Destiny wrote down. 

I give him what he needs. 

I make him stronger. 

He thinks deeper. 

He knows. 

Our love serves as a dish of inspiration
By Julz Wordsmith
  
 

Whatcha Got 

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I am not one to claim to know it all and I definitely don’t have it all. I have just what I need and that is enough for me. I don’t have envious eyes. I know that whatever I need will be given to me if I don’t have it. The beautiful thing about life is the Discovery of one self. That is the path I have been on.

The experience of discovering who you are and not who every one has been telling you that you are or wanting you to be. It is like a flower unfolding. Once you know who you are then it’s the process of knowing that you are enough and appreciating you when no one else will. Supporting you, loving you and giving to you when you need it. It took me some time to know that I am not who they say I am. I am not who they want me to be. I tried to do it. I tried to make them happy but I just couldn’t. It was as if every time I would mean to and became real close to it something would cause the perception of me to be distorted. Operation fail. Or how about it just didn’t feel natural or fluid. Trying to people please will definitely bring you to your knees. I eventually gave up on trying and decided I am me and fuck you for wanting me to be perfect all the damn time or always happy or always friendly or giving. Shit, I have feelings too. People will do as much as you let…right??? Step right over you and look down at you. They will ask “what are you doing down there?” and keep it moving.

When I was in high school like many girls during my decade I went thru the phase of realizing I wanted to dress more like a girl with fitted clothes. We just came out of the Kris Kross era of baggy everything. My mother was not down with that. I do believe one time my father (God bless his soul) gave me some money in ninth grade and I went to the mall with some of my friends. I had plans for this money. I was on the search for something mommy wouldn’t buy me herself. That money itched in my hand and I was ready to spend it. As I approached the store favored by teenage girls I became so nervous and happy all at once. It was really happening. My opportunity to final dress cute had arrived. Trying on the clothes felt so good. I was busty at a young age and so some a lot of the shirts didn’t fit properly. I didn’t care because I found the jeans I wanted and they fit just right. I modeled those jeans in that dressing room. I would walk toward the mirror, tilt my head, hand on hip and shake my hips and turn to walk away. Not much room in the fitting room but it was my runway with all eyes on me despite it being the size of a broom closet. I was content with just buying those jeans and nothing else at all. It was all I could afford that I liked. This was one of my first experiences of me coming into my own feminine self. An experience that I go through everyday. I walked out of that store feeling like a million bucks with my pair of jeans.

My mother did not want me wearing those jeans but I didn’t care what she thought. In my eyes she wanted me to be Ugly or something. She was a Hater. I liked boys and I mean… face it!!!! I was a teenager and as all teenagers do they like the opposite sex and develop these crushes. I had to sneak out every chance I had to wear those jeans. Talks with my dad reassured me that what I wanted to do was normal and ok. He expected that to happen but let mommy tell it oh it was the worse thing. It was her fear that tried to control my coming of age as it was around that same very age she became pregnant with my eldest brother. She was still carrying that teenage mother baggage and trying to dump it on me. I had no intentions of having sex with anyone at that moment or even thinking about a baby. Shit, I just started shaving the hair under my arms and I was quite satisfied with pretending my cabbage dolls were my babies. This is how people place their bullshit on to you. Before you know it your smelling shit and wonder where it came from but no it was them. They have an issue with something and then want you to make it your issue too. I have always been hurt by women and so I don’t trust you cause your a woman. Some stupid nonsense like this. I dealt with a lot of this. I still deal with it now. Only difference between now and then is that I am more aware of who I am. I am more aware of what I will deal with and More of what I will tolerate. I am becoming aware of who’s baggage belongs to who. I can see truth for what it is and not what I want it to be.

Life is like a flower Constantly unfolding one petal at a time. Things are always being revealed to you as your awareness gains strength. I am at the point in my life where I am seeing who I am and who every one said I am. I mean seriously How do they know who I am when I’m figuring out who I am daily???

Enjoy this experience of life. Look at every good or bad thing as a lesson. There is always something to be gained. Don’t allow others to tell you who you are. You came here with a purpose, with a vision. Awaken and live. Be happy because your worth it. Work Whatcha Got!!!!
By Julz Wordsmith

My blogs are my thoughts, my experience in this path of life. My discovery of Life. I am sharing who I am because I’m sure many can identify with what I write. Not being surrounded by uplifting people can cause you to work harder. It can cause you to struggle. Make you sweat blood.

By Julz Wordsmith

Riding the Wave

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I have about three unfinished posts sitting in my queue right now that I haven’t been able to finish. My mind has been heavy and my heart has been paper thin. Could it be Writers block???

There is some blockage that I’m currently dealing with. I’m trying to get a grip on my current life and some days I’m good and some days I’m not. Some days I really dread looking at the truth of where I am at right now. The moment I start thinking of the Truth I become angry. My heart starts pounding and I can’t breath. I feel like pounding something. I feel like screaming. I feel like crying but most times I tell myself to relax and to just breath. “You can’t get caught up with emotions right now” I tell myself. Shortly after I go and put it in a box on the shelf. I’m happy most days but somedays I feel like the hulk. 

Emotions are a very strong thing that can send one over the edge. When these emotions come flooding in I just ride the wave until I’m calm again. Emotions can make a woman kill a man because he got someone else pregnant at the same time she was. Emotions can send a man into a fiery rage to kill his wife and lover as he walks in their bedroom seeing them have sex. Emotions can cause someone with road rage to drive another car off the road. Emotions can cause a woman unfulfilled at home to go seek what she is missing. An adult child to be spiteful to their parent because the parent never raised them.

Oftentimes I say to myself “I shouldn’t have to be dealing with what I am dealing with”. I know that nothing is perfect but why can’t things be different or just better. It is crazy to walk around expecting people to change, hoping for the better. Sitting here killing time. I keep questioning why I am here dealing with this. They don’t know better otherwise they would do better. What am I getting out of this relationship? Stress, drama, headache and lies. Positivity comes in spurts dealing with these individuals. How draining it is to have a relationship with someone always unhappy, always lying, always trying to control, manipulate and always blaming you for their problems. They are called Emotional vampires. They have the ability to suck the life out of every situation. They constantly make things about them. They make you mentally exhausted and you start to question yourself. I know I have been questioning myself and feeling powerless because some of the lack of support emotional vampires provide.

Come take a look in my mind and it’s like a mind field. I’m not saying I’m a space cadet I’m just saying I have a few things I’m not dealing with yet. Things that trouble me. Things that I have nightmares about where I’m killing the situation, I’m walking away from the situation. I am at the point where I’m re-evaluating those in my space.

In life I realized there will be people that will not understand you. They will think I know her/him but then have it all wrong. They will take your love for granted and they will push you to the limit to prove your love for them is real. Though those limits will be reached and you pushed to the limit they will never understand what it was that you had for them until you are no longer in their space. Yes, The power of emotions. 

I wish I could erase those people away or erase their bad habits away. It’s such a struggle to express what I’m dealing with without sounding like a victim, without putting all of me out there, without being specific to point fingers at who has been stressing me out or who is the so so very unhappy soul in my current space.

With trying to write in a way so that those reading this do not take offense and question “Is she talking about me?” I’m very careful and aware of the Audience reading this. I should not care as this is MY BLOG but I don’t want to offend anyone. But these are my thoughts and I’m sticking to them. So forgive me if I’m all over the place. I’m trying to be as clear as I can presently. Beware of those Emotional Vampires because their coming for your blood.  

By Julz Wordsmith