The Delete Key

It's been a while since I've blogged. I was thinking about how I was feeling and wanted to just get it out. Then, I remebered at some point I had a blog, so I just decided that's what I would do. The hard thing about blogging for me and writing in general when it comes to technology is there is always an option for me to hit the delete key. There'salways the option to write the first thing that comes to my mind and if it's don't like it or don't think others will like it, I can just hit the delete key and it's gone... along with the creativity behind it. I love writing, most importantly, I love being creative and creating something out of nothing. Give me a blank page and I will fill it up with some powerful words. Put me behind a camera and I can create a story, but no one will be able to see it until I edit it, erase what may or may not be right, and strip it of it's creativity all by clicking the delete key. I think the first thing that comes to your mind, the second it comes to your mind is at it's most creative state. It's when we start digging deeper, over-thinking, and over-analyzing is when it starts to lack authenticity and creativity. Just my opinion. The delete key is my bestfriend and my worst enemy. I uses it and abuses it lol but in the end using the delete key erases the creative part of me. ~Perfectly Imperfect

The Root Of All Evil

We all love money. We work so hard 60 and 70 hours a week just to make some. Some say money is power. Some people are money-motivated. Money can make people do some strange things. Some people take their love for money to the extreme. People fight, steal, and kill for money. You're going to put a gun to my head and possibly shoot me for a green peice of paper that can easily be ripped, tore, and destroyed? Some people won't even give up their money at gun point. I'd like to think my life is worth so much more than money. Money can only buy material things. We're in the reccession, but we shouldn't be depressed. The best things in life are free. It ain't about the size of your car. It's about the size of the faith in your heart. It doesn't cost a thing to smile. You don't have to pay to laugh. You better thank God for that.

This Little Light Of Mine

Someone once said that it is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We are always selling ourselves short. Always down playing the power that God has put into us. Hiding your gift does not help the world in any way. There is a light inside of us and it is meant to shine, and not hidden. "And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." Don't fear the power and the gift that God has given us, but use it and you will make others around you feel comfortable enough to let their light shine.

Words: A Shot To The Heart

Laugh to keep from crying, smile to hide the tears. The display on someone's can be different from the hurt in their heart. You never know what a person is going through. The simplest "you're ugly," "you're fat," "you're skinny," can be a shot to someone's heart without breaking their skin. You don't know how your words affect people. You might cause this person to have a major breakdown or worse, commit suicide. The power of life and death is in what you say. The words that come from your mouth, you're the first to hear, so speak words of beauty.

We Fall Down, But We Get Up

It seems like when I take 1 step, I'm taking 2 back. Because it's always something else that comes along. There's so many obstacles in my way, sometimes I want to give up. I know that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, but life gets hard to handle and when you're in the middle of turmoil and chaos what do you do? "After you've done all you can, you just stand." Put it in God's hands. Its ok to fall but you can't stay down too long. For a saint is just a sinner who fell down, and got up.

"I Am Beautiful... I Think"

Short hair, dark skin, big arms, flat nose, too skinny, too fat, flat chest, heavy stomach, no booty, and when I look in the mirror, I'm not sure what I see. You can load up on diet pills, get a boob job, nose job, and an expensive weave or you can accept who God has made you. I admit its hard, because the world has already let us know what's beautiful and shows us that we ain't it. If I walk out the house with my natural nappy hair, people will stop and stare. I perm it up throw some weave in there and make it perfect, just so the world can say "Now that's beauty." Then I come home and get comfortable, and only my family can see who I really am. But the world will not be able to see, the real me. I guess we see ourselves through the eyes of the world and if it says you're not beautiful, then that's what we see. When you take your weave out and take your girdle off and wash the make up off your face, what do you see? In your eyes (not the eyes of the world), is the real you... beautiful?

What I see, is a perfectly Imperfect me.

Writer's Block

I don't know what to say. And that's crazy because I'm a writer. It's what I do. I breathe writing. When I am assigned to tell someone's story, I become their voice. So why is it when it's time for me to tell my story, I have nothing to say? When it's time for me to express myself the only way I know how, I have writer's block. I can be everyone's voice except my own. I can tell about he, she, and we but when it comes to me, I get quiet. It's like an awkward silence. That's just one of my problems. I have a whole list of them.

So what? I'm Perfectly Imperfect...