Can you believe that it’s been almost a year since I’ve made a note-worthy word deposit here? Would you believe me if I totld you that you that I am a totally different person than I was back then? Yes, I am still me but Baybayyyy… If you thought being an expert on Self development makes you exempt from growing, you are sadly mistaken. The moment you stop growing is the day funeral prep begins… trust!
Many times I have told you Self-development is a LIFELONG endeavor, This whole time that I’ve been pushing forward like a nomad in the face of a desert storm. Ehhhh, I wouldn’t call it a crises, but getting to the next level sometimes aint no joke. Let me just tell you this… scooch up close and listen good… When you find yourself in a perpetual state of irritatating becasie life isn’t “lifing” the way you want or need it to, that’s a hint for your behind that it’s time for a change.
Ever felt like you needed to be somewhere… or thatt you have somewheere to go but when yo into your car knowing theres aa full tank, you put the key in, turn over the ignition but the care just wont go? This kind of puts me in the mind of living through COVID. You have a taste for something and since you’re tired of sitting in the house you decide to go to the corner store. You put on your shoes, find the keys to lock up, down the four flights of stairs to the building exit and out the door you go. You make it off the property, around the corner down 5 blocks down the street to the story… only to find a sign on the door that says “Closed until further notice.” $%&#$ !!!
When you’re done cussing the next thought is: “Well damn that was a colossal waste! A waste of time; a waste of energy and still… no chips! To sum it up, I’m now tired, pissed off, feeling stranded, abandoned, frustrated and still unable to satisfy the hunger for the thing I really really wanted. On the long walk back the only thing swimming in my head is… “There has to be more to life man! God help me…” as a tear rolls down out of my left eye. If you think there has to more to it, there is. Dig deeper with me and I will tell the you the story.
K, so it all begins a little over a year ago when I went to Las Vegas to either restart or end a long dragging on saga between me and… well lets call him Timmy. Timmy and I dated like hooooooo… a lifetime ago. Back in the day we met, dated and almost got married until “the elephant” needed to be address. Oh yeah, The elephant was the fact that he had not gotten around to “filing a divorce.” Yep he was married. Clearly the marriage had been over for quite some time… but covenant… is no little word. Whelp you know what they say about Las Vegas… what you do in Vegas… stays in Vegas. Or… does it. So next week Imma take you there and um you’ll have to tell me, just how wrong I was to do what I did.