Thursday, July 16, 2015

Random Rants/Musings

As most of you know, this blog is my therapy.  Looking at how little I've blogged over  the past year lets me know that I am possibly  neglecting myself in some ways. I haven't written a lot because I can't express most of the thoughts floating in my head. This last year and  a half has been seriously crazy by my own standards. I have a ton of things I want to blog/rant/discuss here but I  haven't. There are always those people who want to make everything about them and I refuse give them the satisfaction or ammunition for future repercussions.

My short summer is ending in one week. UGH! Back to work I will go. Thank goodness I love my boss and my job. I have had a relaxing few weeks with  several road trips and fun mixed in. Love the schedule of  an educational professional.

This weekend my travels will take me to Providence Rhode Island for my daughter's Freshman College Orientation. I think she is excited about her pending future. I remain excited  for her. I also harbor some reservation as I  really don't think she is as mature as I was at this point in my life. Apparently, it is the way of the times as I voice my concerns to  my peers in this same season of life. Our children seem to be a little less independent and a great deal more withdrawn from the process of financial aid and things of that nature. I suspect the five months will be challenging but rewarding as she discovers herself and others in a whole new setting. But I guess that really is what college is for. I'm sure there will be a blog about that in the future. 

One topic that keeps trending is #BlackLivesMatter.  It is very disheartening on so many levels. Black Lives do matter. America was  built at the expense  of that very life. Nothing pisses me  off more than when someone wants to remind me that all lives matter. Yes, all lives do matter but that really is NOT the point. There are daily reminders that the life of an African American is somehow diminished in the  eyes of this society.  This issue can't and won't resolve itself. America has to be intentional about addressing race relations and for some reason that seems impossible. Black on black crime has to end without a doubt.More  at issue is the amount of social injustices that seems to result in people of color losing their lives at the hands of Caucasian individuals who act without conscience or under the guise of power which they are abusing either out of fear or hate. 

I am a person who believes in excellent communication. I thrive on it. If you can't advocate for yourself, why should anyone else. communication is important in relationships, in interviews, for customer service, for flirting, and for expressing whatever idea you wish to  get across. In the past few months, I have been privy to several scenarios where communication would've yielded far better results. When you know better you do better.

As I look at my inner circle, so many people near and dear to me are struggling.I so wish i could shake a money tree and solve  their problems. Where is that winning lottery ticket?  Oh...that's right....you actually have to play to win.Seriously though, times are hard out here in these streets. If you have the means, pay it forward and bless some unknowing soul. 

Can I just say that I love memes! They brighten my day. To the person who came up with that idea, Kudos. Yeah, I know....Random.

Just wanted you to know that I'm still here. I still need to exercise my voice. I keep several journals so I am not out here wandering and going crazy.Just channeling my energy in another source. For now. 

To end on a positive note. God still sits on the throne. As we move further and further away from Him and His principals of faith and love, Things may get worse. Remember, He is still in control.  He can change your mess into a message and your test into a testimony. As I've struggled through this past year and a half, God has remained constant and He has continued to show up in the midst of some crappy circumstances. That alone has kept me  and blessed me.

In Diva Love,

Pam