Dear Stacey Dash…when you actually bother to introduce your conservative carpet to something other than your knees…check this video out, and get back to me with your wannabe “Kumbaya my Lord” craziness regarding diversity…especially as it relates to Black History Month.
You’re a Girl Scout…shucking and skipping along, while happily singing around the light of a raging fire…with no appreciation for its heat…until it burns you ‘black’ to reality.
Manufactured happiness is the antithesis of truly being at peace with myself. I smile when I feel like it…I cry when it’s called for. I’m not a fan of faking the funk!
I write when I have something to say…vs. merely writing to simply say something.
I’m currently trying to navigate=a once comfortable, all of a sudden complicated, not so sturdy ladder…while attempting to retain the essence that is ME. I’m also trying to balance my few steps of fundamental flaws while leaning against a wall of unexpected uncertainty.
My wife, and daughter, have my back as I move forward… I’m not afraid to lose because I know, with their superior support..my foundation, that might face failure, will always win…by remaining solidly standing behind me.
Despite ALWAYS respecting the once promising, yet limited space…provided by someone else’s plot…where I’ve allowed myself to be comfortably planted…more than ever…I now know=I need to GROW in MY own field.
I will determine and dictate my future paths…instead of simply being the page they were previously printed on…pretending to point in my ‘best’ direction.