You ever see a person, from afar and just feel like. . . FINALLY!
On January 16, 2016, a voice, clear as day, said “That’s Your Husband.” In the core of my soul, I believed that voice. I still do. Waiting for it is teaching me PATIENCE. I had a whole ass ‘nother relationship, got engaged, had 3 kids . . . all with someone who WASN’T My Husband.
Why?!?!? Because I wanted attention. I needed someone who was willing to pay attention to, and validate, me. I’d spent most of my life wishing people saw me. Wishing I fit in, thinking that I was . . . less than . . . ugly . . . fat . . . boring . . . all the other words that sit in the heads of Black Women who are constantly told by the outside world they aren’t enough. So I went looking for someone to tell me I was enough . . . good enough . . . fine enough . . .cute enough . . .to be “accepted” by others. All I really wanted was everyone else to know I had the best life, I deserved the best life, and I was worthy of everyone else’s envy/awe/support.
Growth is – Understanding No One can Make you Worthy. You Already Are.
We live in a society (read: simulation because NOTHING IS REAL) that seems to have been built on tearing down the core of Black & Brown women. Especially Black Women. Every part of this world tears us down. Tells us every other person is better than us, every other type of body is the best, every other type of hair is better. Or they say to us: your best attributes only look good on light/bright/damn near white skin, your NATURAL body composition should only be obtained via surgery (which could kill you) or an impossible diet.
THEN, they tell you: Your Life doesn’t Matter, not really, if you don’t have all the things that equal Success. Perfect Job, Perfect Home, Perfect Income, Perfect Relationship, Perfect Children. We have to see it to believe that you are good enough. You aren’t enough, not until other people can see and acknowledge you are enough. It doesn’t even matter if attaining these things make you feel better. HAVE THEM. If it doesn’t make you better, you don’t have everything yet. Try Harder.
So you start working HARD to get those things. You spend all your time volunteering in church youth groups . . . working at summer camps . . . join snatch-back boot camps with your girls . . . and join all the social media apps so you can show off all the things you worked so hard to attain.
“Yearning for . . . waiting for . . . begging for . . .someone/anyone to give you a High Five!
Giving birth to 3 girls has me realizing what part I’ve had in making my life an unhappy place. My part is trying to obtain something (attention) . . . just so other people thought I was important. The question I had to ask myself was, “Is this Person working as hard to impress me, as I am to impress them?” Usually, the answer was no. At least not that I could see.
I don’t care about impressing anyone, I care about being happy. I’ve become a PROUD Auntie. I care about living a stress free life. Stress can LITERALLY kill me. I got high blood pressure. My ankles are swollen at the end of the work day when I’m worrying about bullshit. I’m too cute for Swollen Ankles Yall. Plus, I FINALLY Understand . . . I’m That Bitch!
- I’m the Teacher every kid says Hi to, while I’m walking to my classroom
- I’m the Mom kids want to know their name at my daughters’ daycare
- I’m a Big Fucking Deal
(Everything after this will sound crazy to you, if you don’t believe in God)
I fully believe, the seizure I had on January 25th, 2016, was the start of the path I am on right now. EVERYTHING that has happened since then seems to have been leading to this specific moment of time in my life. Things are falling into place when they shouldn’t, just because of the connections/relationships I have built since my 1st Seizure.
When I had my seizure, I had a flash of the life that is happening right now. I could never remember easily identifiable things. No names . . . no locations . . . no clear faces . . . just random flashes that made no sense. I saw myself at home, at work, with my children, having specific moments with my Family Unit. There were people I didn’t know, and the people I knew and was closest to at that time weren’t a part of that flash. It didn’t look like what I had been told my “Ideal Life” should look like. I remember the confusion in those forward flashes. The feelings being felt in that moment, didn’t make any sense. My life was something impossible to understand, and yet I wholeheartedly believed that everything I saw was real, and would come to fruition.
I don’t know how long my 1st seizure actually lasted, but (Because Time is an Illusion) I think I saw about 12-15 years into the future. Since then, I will have a random moment of Deja Vu, and it will click to me . . . you’ve seen this before. Even though I sometimes feel my need for attention caused me to veer away from that person I still hope I get to call My Huuuuuuuusband, these Deja Vu flashes remind me that all of this was going to happen anyway.
The Lord/Universe is teaching me patience.
Things done in haste, RARELY yield positive results in my life now. I have to plan . . . I have to make a list. I have to consult more than one person/place/thing/idea before I make a decision.
The Good News: These things that are falling into place are bringing so much JOY into my life. My Girls laugh . . . dance . . . giggle . . . scream . . . run . . . jump . . .play . . . LIVE THEIR BEST LIFE all day long. I’ve never been happier in my Whole Ass Life. I stand in the sun every day, and Thank God that he sat my ass DOWN on August 6th, 2023.
Also, Kendrick won the Beef.
Thanx for Reading.