I am the princess of procrastination. I am the dark cloud of doom, often preparing myself for the worst. I am emotionally charged. I am a quick decision maker. I sometimes explode to prevent from imploding.
The converse is also true. I sometimes categorize explosion as communication. I’m easily affected by others moods but only because I care. The bottom line is because of my character traits/flaws I have to “reset” from time to time. The one benefit of my job is I get a weekday off.
Today I was my usual rushed self. Ripping and running. Hustle and bustle. I got pulled over last night about a broken headlight. So I went to Pep Boys this afternoon and resolved that issue. I went to CVS to return some impulse buys and replace them with necessities. When I’m completing my errands, I always have my 5 month old with me. The poor thing is in and out of the car seat. Ashamed, I admit that not all time spent is quality. I intend to change that.
I got a text from a long time friend last night that read, ” Uncle _____ died.” I couldn’t even respond. After the air returned to my lungs I decided to call. Another young life. Another good person.
Life pulsates. It throbs. For some of us it is aggressive. Its carnal. We can hear our clock ticking and we are offensive in an attempt to gain (or regain) control. For some of us, we need reminders. We only say “I love you” when someone is sick or dying. Some of us let life boil and then evaporate.
I found a park site near the local town hall. Its beautiful. There is something about being outside on a hard wooden bench. My daughter and I stared at the ripples from the fountain.
I can often identify with nature.
I wish to stand out from the rest. I want to be noticed.
My heart almost busted open with excitement to see my daughter so full of intrigue. So young. So attentive. So easily satisfied. Its not hard to build a connection with your children.
The gazebo was perfect for a picnic. Perfect for a wine brunch with your significant other. It was perfect for a 30 minute lunch break. It was the perfect spot for a writer, a lover, a hater, an artist, a bourgeois “time-out.” It was perfect for anything.
I want the shutyamouthandcallmeugly.com family to know its time. Its time now. A wise man once said to me, “get up or give up.” I didn’t appreciate it at the time. No matter how harsh it is, its true. Accept that you cannot control everything. Have Faith! Love HARD! LOVE TODAY! Take time OFF so that you can get ON point!
By Shaun M Nickens