Are you a morning person? I wish I was. Everyone in my family is happy as a June bug when they first wake up. Me, not so much. When I first wake up, I don’t want to talk to anyone or look at anyone. I want silence. Pure silence. I honestly don’t mean any harm, it’s just an aspect of my personality that I have to struggle with each and every day. As a child, I was grumpy when I first woke up and I have yet to grow out of it. My mind and personality doesn’t fully wake up until 12:00 or 12:30 pm. That I tell you is the absolute truth. The struggle is real, especially when I have to go to work.
Now I’ve never been rude or disrespectful to anyone due to my drab morning personality because I don’t think that’s fair or right. Instead, I tend to keep to myself and stay quiet for most of the morning to keep from being agitated or annoyed when I’m at work. When people walk up to me to chat or talk in the morning when I’m at work, they have no clue on the inside that I’m struggling to maintain a smile and a positive look on my face. For the extreme loud “talkers”, I’m praying whole heartedly for them to go sit down.
At the end of the day, we all have aspects of our personality or personalities that we wish we could do without. Being grumpy in the morning is one of mine. Still, I push through it and suffer through it because I’m surrounded by “morning people” LOL. Man, I wish I was a morning person. The mornings for me when I’m at work would be much more pleasant. KMSL!
Alright folks, we’re almost to Friday. Aim to make each day a great day and don’t forget to make a positive impact on someone each and every day.
Until next time…
It is amazing how some writers will go above and beyond to show their support for other writers. I know this is something that I do regularly because in general, I like to cheer people on. Especially if it is for the greater good.
Today, I was personally touched when I saw the love and support from other fellow writers on Instagram. Just to see other people cheer me on touched my heart and it came pretty close to moving me to tears. I have always said that writing gives me the opportunity to express my feelings, my thoughts and my earnest desire to inspire others. Writing is not something that I take lightly nor is it something I take for granted.
To all you readers, writers, bloggers and poets, please know that I am very thankful and grateful for your support. I love opening my emails and reading responses from you. Not only that, I enjoy reading the wonderful comments you sometimes leave on my blog posts. You may not realize it, but that truly means a lot to me as a writer. It is my hope that I can continue to be an inspiration to you and many more. May all your dreams and aspirations come true.
Until next time…
Are you ready for another relatable post? I know it’s been a few weeks since my last one so lemme get started…
Don’t you hate it when people you don’t really know or trust expect you to believe everything they say? Seriously, there are some people who expect you to believe what they say without any substance or proof behind it. KMSL! Ah, No. See, with me you have to show me. I’ll never take your word on anything unless I really know you or trust you. You can’t tell me something and not have anything to back it up. Otherwise, on the inside I’m looking at you like this:
Let’s face it, not too many people are truthful or honest. It’s a sad and undeniable fact. If I tell you anything, I’m always going to back it up because that’s how I am as a person and how I was raised. Why would I be any different as a writer? I come from a “show me” family so you’ve got to show and prove. Seeing how I’m so used to having to prove my point in my tough as nails family, I expect others to do the same.
I know that there’s a lot of you who feel the exact same way and can also relate. My friends and I were actually talking about this the other day and I told them I would blog about it. I’ve always said that I can’t prove what someone else can do, but I can surely prove what I can do. Alright you amazing readers, writers, poets and bloggers…stay safe! And remember, you’re AWESOME!!
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I absolutely, positively love diversity. It is a beautiful thing and a lovely sight to behold. I love the fact that I have a colorful variety of friends from different racial backgrounds and cultures. To me, it makes life more rich! When we were living all across the state of Florida (my father was in the Navy), I had a lush variety of Hispanic friends. I started learning Spanish at an early age because the parents of all my Hispanic friends refused to speak English when I was around. They could speak English very well, but that was their way of immersing me into their culture and making me apart of their family. That is why I have so many Spanish and Latin nicknames and I love it!!!
The odd looks my friends and I get everytime we go out for lunch or dinner is priceless. I guess there are still a lot of people who are shocked to see Africans, African Americans, Native Americans, Hispanics, Jews, Indians, Caucasians, Italians and Asians all laughing and having a good time together. The cultural ambiance and thick accents must make some people weary and a bit confused. Yet, we are all comfortable amongst each other and see each other as more than friends; more like family.
Yes, my round table of friends includes a variety of genetically different faces and racial backgrounds, but you know what? I would not have it any other way. Diversity is one of the best cultural experiences in the world, yet there are millions of people who have no clue on how to experience it or how to make the best of it. Diversity adds color to the world and it enlightens you in ways you would not expect. Sitting at a table full of people who look the same or talk the same is BLEH and BORING! *YAWNS PROFUSELY*
Ah, put me at a table with a group of vibrant, honest people who come in a range of colors and hail from a variety of different backgrounds. Now that is a table I prefer to sit at and chit chat.
Until next time…
You know that feeling you get when you have finally accomplished something worth your while? It is called elation and it is a pretty sweet feeling. There is something about not giving up and seeing something through that you were bound and determined to do no matter how hard things get.
Through the sweat, the fatigue and the frustration, you keep telling yourself, “I can do this. I have come too far to give up.” There were probably moments where you questioned whether or not it was worth it, I know I did. After you get hit with setback after setback, you can’t help but to wonder. Quickly though, you dismiss those negative thoughts and focus even more on how to accomplish your dream(s) and goal(s).
I was once asked what keeps me motivated, for me it is my parents. I have watched my parents overcome the unthinkable and succeed when there were no odds in their favor. They never looked for pity or even made excuses. If it was something they needed done or wanted done, they made it happen no ifs, ands or buts about it. My parents do not break easily and neither do I. It is no wonder why my Spanish friends call me Torito, which means “little bull.”
I told my parents that I would make good on my writing and they are finally getting to see just that. I am elated and inflated with hope and even more determined than I was before. It is my hope that you too will remain determined and focused through it all. Please do not become bitter or disheartened if things do not always go your way. Use those setbacks as your motivation to keep pushing forward and be proud of the progress you have made. Some progress is better than no progress. Remember that!
Until next time…
Discouragement. We have all experienced this dreadful emotion at some point in our lives. It is a feeling that I, like so many others, can do without. I think we all can agree that discouragement sucks! I mean seriously, how many people do you know has come out and said, “I like to be discouraged?” Zero. Nada. None. That I can assure you.
Here recently, I was hit with a health problem that came really close to discouraging me, as a matter of fact, it almost completely discouraged me. Fear and anxiety consumed me initially and there were a few times where I wanted to cry. Oddly though, for some reason, I could not bring myself to cry. Chalk it up to my determined spirit. This is a woman who rarely cried when she was getting her tail whooped with leather belts and switches as a child! Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn!!
I guess that is what has been helping me to stay positive and motivated because the number one thing that keeps me lifted is my faith and my trust in God. I always strive to see the brighter side of things and to remain optimistic no matter the circumstances. Giving up easily does not come naturally to me. It never has and it never will. My mind and heart will not allow me to become so easily defeated because I have already overcame so much.
Whenever you get hit with something that causes you to become discouraged, it is my hope that you too will not allow discouragement to get the best of you. If you have to cry to get over it, go ahead and cry. If you feel like screaming and shouting, go ahead and do that too. There is no shame in any of it, especially if it makes you feel better.
At the end of the day, we are human and we are subject to a range of emotions, including those dreadful negative ones. The key however is to never allow those negative emotions to get the best of you or to rob you of your happiness. So keep your head up and your chin up because you are a lot stronger than what you think.
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Good Evening awesome writers, stellar bloggers and wonderful readers! Give yourself a pat on the back for making it through another Monday. Whoop! Whoop! Any whoooooo….I’m coming to you tonight with a post that I find to be very humorous, although at times my dear family and friends think otherwise. This is something I rarely have to do, so let’s see if any of you can relate. C’mon, every now and then I have to throw a humorous post in.
You see, I’m the type of person who likes for people to call before they come. Why? Because I’m always on the road or traveling in and out of town. To be honest, I seem to always be on the move since there are so many things I have to take care of and do. When people let me know that they’re coming, I can plan for it, but if they happen to show up without calling, well….let’s just say I hate it for ’em.
Every now and then I have to teach a few of them a lesson about showing up without calling. LOL! If you ever show up to my house unannounced and I’m beat down tired, you’ll be left outside knocking. I ain’t lying. I’ll hear you knocking, but you can’t come in when I’m too tired for company. I’ll sit there with my legs crossed, stretched out on my couch with the television on low playing. I’m for real, I won’t get up or move.
KMSL! Listen, it gets hard sometimes when you are rippin’ and runnin’ as my Grandma used to say. There are some days when you just want to be left alone with nothing but yourself and your thoughts. Everyone deserves a little peace and quiet and a little “Me” time. Otherwise, you’ll go crazy Hahaha.
Alright folks, enough of that. Until next time…