AN OPEN LETTER TO MYSELF

Dear lovely,

I have been so hard on you over the last 30 years. I have put you down, questioned your worth, lacked confidence in your abilities and been really awful to you sometimes.

And for that, I apologize.

This past year has been filled with unbelievable highs and some really hard times. And just this week, I have come to realize how talented, smart, beautiful and worthy you are.

You have been through so much in your short little life. You have struggled through daddy issues, bad relationships, depression, law school and you have overcome it all.

You are a walking miracle.

The ancestors are cheering you on.

Do you know that you defy gravity?

Every time you walk into that Senior staff meeting and every time you are at the table with the decision makers, you are defying gravity. You are making history every day simply by being invited to the dance and showing up.

I don't every want to see your shoulders slumping or to see your head down. I promise to never believe what the world says about you in song, in the workplace or in the news. When I look at you, all I can see is what God has "fearfully and wonderfully made". I see the power of his blessings and annointings resting on your spirit. And if God is for you, then who shall ever be against you.

How has it happened that you are corporate counsel at the age of 30?

How has it happened that you have gotten to a level in your career that most people dream of?

It can only be a combination of God's blessings, that he is the source of all that you have acquired and that you are worthy.

I implore you to continue to walk into your annointed destiny. To walk talk and proud, knowing that God is waiting to supply your heart's desires.

This is the time to walk in confidence and to know that you are more than enough.

I am very proud of you. And I love you, with all of my heart.

In God's hands,
lovelyjd

Thoughts on a past relationship

There is a boy. A man really. We dated many years ago. He rejected me.

Now he calls me. Just to talk. First he apologized. I accepted. But didn't really need to talk beyond that.

But we talk. Maybe once a month. But every time I talk to him, I am not sure why we are talking.

We don't have alot in common anymore. He has 2 kids, by 2 djfferent mothers.

I have none.

He is another state, living a life that I can't begin to comprehend. Struggles beyond anything I could probably imagine.

But when he calls, I feel the need to call him back.

But why?

He doesn't have any chance with me. (I believe in never saying never, but ima say never.)

So what's the point?

Writers block

Hey y'all in the year I have had various blogs...I am finally experiencing writer's block.

sorry.

Random Thoughts

1. I don't love Oprah as much as I used to, why is that?

2. Sometimes...I just don't know.

3. I really want 2007 to be over.

4. I haven't worked out all week and I am dying inside.

Secret Obsession

Although I am a grown, professional woman...in between commercials for America's Top Model... I walk the catwalk to the fridge or the bathroom.

What?

Don't look at me like that.

The Life and Times of Jackie O

I love my mother to pieces.

My friend calls her Jackie O because she is so incredibly boughesie.

For example, I had a funeral last week and we ended up staying in a Ramada Hotel. Needless to say, Jackie did not say much as we inspected the premises. I nimbly reminded the group that Jackie doesn't generally stay in anything less than 3 stars. She didn't correct me.

Finally, at the end of the day when asked by a family member about the accomodations, Jackie replied, "They are okay. I don't generally stay in places like that."

I find her so entertaining.

The latest amusing exchange came when I was on the phone with Jackie a few night ago. I was telling her about trying to keep my place tidy so I don't have to do extensive cleaning on the weekends. She finally encouraged me to get a cleaning lady.

huh?

My Jamaican mummy, who raised me all by her lonesome, worked and got her MBA...who NEVER has had any type of domestic help, is encouraging me, the single, professional 30 something, who works out for fun to get a cleaning lady?

Yes, y'all, Jackie was serious. And I was sold, she is right, why I am doing the things she had to do when I can afford not to? Getting someone to come in a few times a month is like the price of a couple of LA dinners. She worked hard and sacrificed so that my life could be easier.

And in a lot of ways...it is.

Look, if mummy thinks I need a cleaning lady, then dammit...I need a cleaning lady.

MY DATING ICON

Every time I see the Match.com commercial with Dr. Phil, I want to laugh out loud.

First of all, Dr. Phil has been married for like 10 trillion years. I personally feel as though people who are married or have been together for a very long time (hereinafter refered to as "Lifers"), really have completely lost touch with the dating world. I wouldn't trust his advice at all.

Lifers don't understand dating online and what it means to go out and do the single "meeting" people thing. Many of them can't believe that dating now occurs online or that there is such a thing as speed dating.

No folks, if I were to take dating advice from anyone, it would be from someone like Jennifer Lopez. I consider J. Lo to be a serial dater with an occasional marriage here and there. She went from her Cuban guy, to some other guy, to P.Diddy, to Affleck, to probably some other guy that I am missing. And now she has been happily married for more than five minutes.

Sheer Genius!

The point is, she knows how to date, how to get engaged, how to break an engagement, how to get married and also how to get divorced (discreetly I might add).

I will take tips from her any day...( sligtly adjusting to omit the broken engagement and divorce parts ofcourse).