New Year, New You?

You know I was in a relationship at the beginning of 2010. I should have known that this year was not going to end well for that relationship because we brought in the new year arguing at a club.  I know that people say there is a "man shortage"  but there is not that much of a shortage that you have to tolerate anything from anyone.  I even started thinking, why do women tolerate some stuff from men?  Probably because they don't love themselves. Well, that was when I realized that I love me some me and I don't need external validation.

Now that I love me, maybe I won't be so emotionally unavailable. Maybe now I won't put on my track shoes and run everytime I feel an inkling of vulnerability. No matter what I have come through, or how many perils I have safely passed, or how imperfect and jagged (in some places perhaps irreparably) my life has been, I cannot in my heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As I look back on it, it slips in behind me in orderly array, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, of poetic glamour. It's during these quiet reflections that I realize I am so much better for the heartaches, the hiccups, the hurdles and the hills. I needed those hurdles to stretch me, to make me a better me. I needed to realize that at the end of the day, until I belonged to and loved me, I COULDN'T love anyone else. I have finally stopped pulling the scabs off my wounds and let them heal. I have stopped crying out of sorrow and self-pity and instead cry for the renewed hope that I have, I cry for the joy that I get from life and I cry for the faith God has in me to leave a footprint in this world. Everyday He wakes me, He gives me another chance to get it right. 525,600 minutes...That's how many chances God gives me every year....And I am grateful.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends

How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

....and then there was me.

I am not making any new year resolutions, I am making life reaffirmations.  I affirm that I will:

• Love hard.
• Laugh often
• Look for the bright side
• Not hold grudges, but that does not mean letting that person back into the inner circle
• Be thankful for the simple things
• Live simply and fully
• Enjoy each day like it was my last.
• Pray more
• Enjoy my seasons of love.

This has been another Newy perspective.

PS....I found a new entertaining blog through a message board posting.  It is called "Ask a Thug".  It was entertaining and enlightening.  While the language may be harsh, it is a reality check as well. There are some very cool posting and rebuttal comments.  Stop by and show some love to the latest edition to my blogroll.

Happy New Year Blogland

The Package

Happy Holidays to you all!  I was just reading some FB status updates.  I realize alot of people forget the real reason for the season.  I was like that too.  Until last year. Last year I had a fire in my house and I spent the Christmas season in a hotel.  I started examining how I looked at Christmas.  It then hit me, I wanna tell you about The Package.

It's only human nature to look at the package something comes in first. Have you ever been in the store, picked up a product, decided to buy it only to put it down and look for one in the most attractive package? Really, like one with the least amount of dings on the box. You even try to find one that looks like it hasn't been opened. Often, after going through the ritual, I have gotten my package home only to discover it was STILL DEFECTIVE even in the best package.

One day, I decided I needed this product but there was only one on the shelf. The package was faded, the label was peeling and it was crushed on one side. The package was so damaged, it was marked down substantially. If I had a choice, I would have put that well-worned box down and chosen another box. When I got my purchase home, I took it out of the package to make sure that the contents weren't damaged. Imagine my surprise when I opened the box to find that not only was it not damaged, it was in better shape than the display item. Sure the box was tattered and torn but the inside was PERFECT.

That leads me to us, as a people. All too often we don't forge a friendship or relationship with someone based on the package. Not saying we shouldn't have standards, but if you keep looking for the same type of package and keep getting damaged contents, maybe you should rethink your strategy. Over the last few years, I have examined the content of a persons character more than the package that encases it. More importantly, I have examined my own contents.

I'm not perfect. I know it is hard to believe *snicker* that I am not perfect, but what I am is forgiven. I try to think good thoughts, but I am not always successful. I try to be helpful, but at times I am selfish with my time. I try not to worry, especially if I have given it to God, but the human side wonders not if it is going to happen but when. I try to do things with a cheerful heart, but at times the human me says "You aren't appreciated so why bother." I try to be nice to those who are not-so-nice to me ~ this one is a real challenge for me. Why? Because I was a cut-chu-off-with-the-quickness person. I have to struggle daily with this one because I remember it was not so long ago that when I lumped you in the I-ain't-fooling-with-them-she (or he)-better-not-ask-me-nothing category, well that was it. For real. It was so bad that if I saw them standing by the curb in the rain waiting for a bus, not only would I zoom by, but I would try my best to hit a puddle and send a little splash their way.

Folks look at my package and think "Wow, she's got it all together." No, I don't. But I just wanted to say that even when everyone (including you and me) thinks that you got it all together, all figured out, God has a way of showing you that you are still under construction. I know that the construction dust on this side prepares me for the perfected package in eternity. Stop working on your package and make sure your contents are in order.


Proverbs 3: 5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. 6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

I'm standing on this promise that He will show me where to go.

Merry Christmas, Everyone.

Meet me on Monday (Stolen from Chele)

Questions:

1. What will your Christmas dinner consist of? Not sure.  No big to-do this year so whatever the boys want.

2. Do you watch commercials or flip through the channels?  I watch them.  I am a big marketing buff so I love quirky eye-catching commercials.


3. How long will you leave your Christmas decorations up? Not applicable this year.  This year my tree was used on the set of the play so it has been up since October.  Alot of my decorations were at the theater.  After we tore down the set yesterday, It was tiring.  The boys and I agreed we really don't want to go through all of that for 5/6 days so we are bypassing the tree/decorations etc. thing at the house this year.


4. What movie makes you cry every time you watch it? Steel Magnolias.

5. Do you have a Facebook? yes I do.

Reflections and the Weekend.

After a year in a relationship that was so not right for me, I am happily single.  I thought I would go through withdrawal, regret, denial....something....but none of that happened.  Instead, I feel free, encouraged,  and like a caged bird whose been released.  He isn't a bad man, just not the right man for me.


This weekend was AWESOME!!!!!  We had a great run with "Cinderella's Crunk Christmas"  I was exhausted but happy and sad yesterday.  I was happy because we really came together as a cast and put out a quality production that everyone enjoyed.  I was sad because last night was our last night together and we grew close.  It was surreal  that we would not come together again in that capacity.


Let's see what else....oh yeah there was a great article written about me in the Atlanta Examiner  Yaay me! 

I am just really enjoying life right about now.  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Blogland!

Turn about is fair play...or is it?

When the mistress becomes number 1, someone has her old job at number 2. 

What if that someone is the girlfriend/wife he was cheating on with her? 


I know a couple going through a trial seperation, and the very chic he cheated with is now being cheated on.  Think about it, chic number 1 had him first so do you think the girlfriend is getting what she deserves when he is creeping with his wife/girlfriend he was with before her?

What say you blogland?

I'm back

Greetings Blogland! 

I had given up blogging for awhile.  I decided to return because I just need somewhere to brain dump. 

Positive energy is always welcomed.  Exciting things are happening inmy life.  I have a play coming up this weekend called "Cinderlla's Crunk Christmas"  NOTE...shameless plug coming up.  LOL

It is Christmas and Cinderella is not looking forward to it.  She is tired of being harassed by her Step Sisters and Mother,'n' the hood is coming out.  Then we have the Fairy Godmother who wears a housecoat because she does not feel like putting on that big dress, 'n' then we have BeBe kids keeping things going. The King is a Pimp 'n' the Duke wants to be the Prince.
Click here to purchase tickets an if you can not come please make a donation:

http://cinderellascrunkchristmas.eventbrite.com/

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Well feel free to ask MzNewy anything....I'm back.