Gimme Room

Loner life. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been to myself and by myself. I’m not sure what that reason is. I do remember not having too many friends & definitely being socially awkward for the majority of my childhood up until about 10 years ago. I’ve always been quiet and shy. Never said what was on my mind until I got in my 30s. I often wish I would’ve stood up for myself more. But, it’s cool. Because now I’m at the age that I am… idgaf and I’ll just wish you a blessed/prosperous life, and go about my way. 🤷🏽‍♀️ what’s crazy is… I think my loner and introvert ways are partially because I was a latch key kid. 

When your mom has to work and doesn’t have a baby sitter? The protocol is: don’t answer the door, call me at work if it’s an emergency, and there’s food in the fridge. And when I come home yo chores better be done or you’re on punishment. It was really easy to follow the protocol. But in hindsight, that’s probably a reason why I have severe anxiety now. I’ve always had a worried/stressed nature about myself. Lol. Waiting for your parent to get home, you’re by yourself, and it’s dark as hell outside? My  inner child is cringing at the thought.. 

As an adult, I’ve tapped into the latch key kid theory. I don’t deal with a lot of ppl. I don’t answer the door unless invited. I choose who and what is allowed in my space. Growing up, my sister always had me as her tagalong. My mama made sure of it. Being 8 years older than me had it’s perks. But once she became 21+, it was a wrap. She was out here doing hoodrat shenanigans, while I was tryna figure out how to be a socially awkward teenager. Once she left the house, my mom was always at work and my grandma at home watching her stories… all I had was loneliness, SpongeBob and 106 & Park. (Real ones know 🤞🏽). In hindsight and without being in therapy, I’ve realized that part of my life has affected me. 

I’m so used to being alone, that it’s crazy. So for me to wanna kick it with you, your energy has to make me wanna be around you: BECAUSE my peace is everything. It’s probably the reason that I get easily annoyed when I do get visitors. In my mind: I’m thinking, damn when are you going home? 😒🥴😂 I’d rather be alone in peace than be surrounded by constant chaos and drama. It has also affected my relationships as well. I have to really like/love you to be in my space, especially a long time if it’s a long time. 

Constant time by yourself lowkey makes you a “no none sense” type of individual. You’re ready to tell a mofo how you feel and how they got you fucked up. You know why? Because you don’t need them! You’re good by your damn self. But then again, it’s lonely sometimes. However, you got options baby! 

For the bulk of my adulthood, I didn’t understand folks that constantly had to be in someone’s face or always have someone around them. Then it dawned on me… everyone is different. I can go out to eat, go to the movies, a concert or just chill at home by my damn self. 

Idk anything else other than my introvert ways. That’s possibly because there hasn’t been alotta folks that have constantly been around me. In my life, yes. But in my personal space, no. 

If I miss you or you’re on my mind super heavy… I have no problem pulling up vice versus. Especially now that everything is so crazy. I don’t get to see people or spend time. I blame it on the pandemic, being an introvert, and working all the time. 

I wouldn’t say that alone time is necessarily a bad thing. For me, it works. It works for my peace of mind, sanity, and all the things that come with life, while you’re tryna find yourself. S/o to all the latch key kids! Let us remember how the 90s were poppin and we are officially getting old.

Tell It All

When we’re children, we have all type of dreams. Sometimes our dreams stay the same and sometimes they change. Or maybe your parents are trying to live thru you and they push their dreams onto you. Either way it goes, things change. When I was like 8 or 9, I got my first journal for Christmas, which was low key life changing. In middle school I figured out that I liked to write and enjoy creative things. I thought that I wanted to be a director, producer, or be in some type of field of journalism. In high school it was on and poppin! That’s when I was getting the composition notebooks and started writing poetry. I would occasionally share with friends, and think that it was so deep. 😂 but in reality, I wasn’t talking about anything. Eventually I stopped writing because I felt like my stuff was whack. I went onto experiment in different industries of work. I’ve literally done a little bit of everything. But, at the end of the day I’ve always had a passion for English. I once took an Etymology class and it was one of the best things I’ve ever done. I love using big words, especially when I want to prove a point or sound super smart. Lol. When I was younger I always felt misunderstood. It was like no one cared what I had to say. Or I didn’t have enough courage to speak up for myself. Writing is everything to me. You can take what you want from my words. Hopefully the person reading my work will be able to relate. It makes me feel free. Because I suffer from anxiety/depression… my mind is constantly on a hamster wheel and my thoughts just keep going around and around. It’s quite maddening and frustrating. When that happens, I choose to write. I saw this quote on Twitter that said, “Write for your life.” And it couldn’t of been said better. Writing has saved my life on many occasions. When I was in college, one of my mentors asked me when I was going to start writing again. I said I don’t have anything to say. She told me, “you always have something to say. You’re a writer and it’s always going to be in you.” She was absolutely correct. When someone reads my work and can relate? Omg… my heart explodes and makes me feel so good. Writing is cathartic, as well as my therapy. Even if no one else reads my work, I’m cool with that. I do it for me. At the end of the day I know my weapon, which is my pen. And once I write my thoughts down? I’m lethal.
love. all ways. always.

Fox’n It

It’s 3 days into the new year. What I have accomplished this far? Not a damn thing. Being off from work has me looking like a confused fox. Not sure what to do. l was literally in bed all day. Only moved to use the bathroom and check the mail. Then my back decided that it wanted to start hurting. - side note: I don’t appreciate random parts of my body hurting just cuz…especially at 33. 🙄

Anyway. I’ve been in my head a lot. Doing my best to not think about last year and all that’s happened to me and around me. Missing my granny heavily… I keep looking at her picture. Wishing I could pop up on her one more time or talk to her. It honestly feels like my life is empty or I’m lacking. Between the holiday season just ending, being single (by choice), and just overall wondering the next phase of my life will bring. Not gonna lie, I miss my ex. He was my best friend. I feel a massive void. I’m pretty sure it’s a delayed reaction. When I first ended things… I felt super strong and empowered. Proud that I was able to put myself first and stand true to my wants, needs, and desires. And now? I’m still all of those things. But, all I can think about is the time invested, our conversations, and just having someone constantly there. It fucking sucks. Even though, it hits different… I know I made the best decision for me. I know it hit me differently because of the holidays and I’m sooooo glad it’s over. Tbh, I gotta get back to me. I put him first for the majority of our relationship. As much as I want to entertain hoes and be reckless out here in these streets… that life ain’t meant for me. I’m honest to say that. 

So it’s time for discipline and sacrifice. Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I mean, we’re all insane to a certain extent but something has to give. 

A part of me is afraid. Afraid of success. Afraid to break out of this generational curse of struggling. Afraid to be the person that’s destined for greatness. You can tell me all day long not to be afraid, but, I’m human.. 

I guess it’s time to put up or shut up. I’m the type of person where if I think about something too long I won’t do it. So I just gotta tap in… all aspects of my life. I’m too dope of person to settle for anything mediocre. However, with that comes a fine balance. Gotta give yourself time and grace. Another reason I’m afraid is because I feel like I’m running out of time. I know that’s far from the truth, but I’m 33… I was just 25. 😩 regardless I gotta figure it out and not let my past dictate my future. Easier said than done…

love. all ways. always.