Backpacks and Buses

After being a public transportation rider for the past month and some change, I have discovered that it is much easier (and safer) to travel with a backpack versus a purse.

Purses are easily snatched.

Wearable backpacks are not.

My observations have led me to notice that my fellow public transportation riders have discovered the same and about 90% of them also use backpacks over something that has to be carried.

So for those of you who may be considering the "public transportation switch"...if you do...ditch the purses and go backpack. You'll thank me later.

That's all for now.

Talk to me if you want!

Til next time...

Respected and Protected

Earlier today while I was out, instead of riding the bus to where I had to go, I decided to walk.

As I was walking I arrived at a corner where I had to wait for the light to change. There was a man waiting there as well.

The light changed and we both crossed the street.

We walked for about a minute when all of a sudden, he stopped, went around me and ended up walking along the RIGHT side of me (closest to the street), instead of the LEFT side where he was originally.

As we continued walking, he said, "Ma'am. I'm sorry. I don't even know you but I just didn't feel right having you walking on the side closest to the traffic. As a man, I need to be on that side."

Wow!

I was so flattered, and impressed by his actions.

I hadn't even paid attention to who was walking where, but as a man whose been taught somewhere along the way that women are to be RESPECTED and PROTECTED (whether you know them personally or not), he just couldn't let ME be on the side of danger.

And again I say...WOW!

I thanked him for his kindness and told him how much it was appreciated.

Then he jokingly said, "Shoot. What if somebody passed by and thought we were together? They'd look at me on the INSIDE while you're walkin' on the OUTSIDE and would say, 'Man, he's a real jerk!'" We both laughed.

Eventually we got to another corner and at that point he went one way and I went another. His act of kindness however, was just another example of how something so SMALL can mean SO MUCH.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you been the recipient of a "random act of kindness" recently? If so...

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Two Thumbs DOWN!

Those who know me well know that I am an avid reader. Have been all my life.

Many years ago I was a member of a book club and over time that group disbanded. Thankfully, two years ago I came across another book club and have been thoroughly blessed as a result. Not only do we read great books, but the three hours that we spend together each month absolutely FLIES by because we enjoy each other's company that much.

One of the many things that I love about the group is that we read EVERYTHING. All genres, all authors. This allows our minds to be open, allowing new ideas and points of view to flow through. I love it!

There have been some books that I simply didn't' want to end because I'd gotten so wrapped up in the characters and their stories.

And then again...there have been books like the one I just finished yesterday that leave me saying, "I think I heard my brain cells falling to the floor while reading that!"

I try to find something positive to say about everything I read...really, I do. And most times that's pretty easy. However...the ONLY positive thing I can say about this particular book is that the author got it published...which is more than I have done (so far.) But really...the subject matter was waaay out there, and after page 100, the author just got sloppy. There were typos and sentences that just didn't make sense. She'd either leave a word (or two) out, or have too many words.

Once I finished the book I was curious to find out more about this author. She actuall wrote in her bio that she is an "editor and proof-reader." SERIOUSLY?!? If that's the case then she should have edited and proof-read her own work.

If I had to give a two word critique on this book I would say this: HOT MESS!!!

I gave it a ONE star rating on Goodreads and that was only because ONE star was the lowest option to choose from.

You're probably wondering the name of the book, and I simply will not share it. I can't. I value YOU, my fellow Dialogue Denners too much to subject you to such foolishness. Your time, and intelligence are far too valuable.

One thing this book showed me is that it's not always about QUALITY. Sometimes it's simply about getting your work out there and being able to say that you are a "published author." I get it, but that's not my philosophy. Once my books are published I want folks to be better for having read them, rather than wishing they hadn't.

With that said...

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's the WORST book you've ever read?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Lovin' What I SEE!

Today's post is short, sweet, yet EXTREMELY meaningful.

In a nutshell...8 years ago today I visited a RETINA SPECIALIST who pretty much took pictures of my eyes and basically told me that I should NOT be able to see, and would not be able to see for much longer. He didn't tell me how MUCH longer, that would be, nor did he tell me what I could do to save my eyesight.

WORST DOCTOR'S VISIT I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE!!!

I left his office depressed and discouraged. That lasted for about two weeks.

After those two weeks were up, I decided that I was going to LIVE my life and take in as much as I could SEE, WHILE I could see.

And here we are...

Folks sometimes wonder why I take so many pictures, or why I often stop dead in my tracks to gaze at something that most would overlook. My answer is simple...I do those things, because I STILL CAN.

Every day that I open my eyes and can STILL SEE is an incredibly amazing gift that I do NOT take for granted.

So on this day every year, January 29th, I celebrate what I call my "Birthdaversary." It's a combination of the day that truly began to see life around me, and my way of always remembering how precious this gift of sight is.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: Is there a medical milestone that you celebrate each year?

If so...Talk to me!

Til next time...

Change of Plans

As some may recall, I was visiting churches a while back and on a fairly regular schedule. My schedule got a bit "detoured" but now I am back on track.

Last Sunday (and the Sunday before), I had the pleasure of attending a church that I had never even heard of before, but due to some recent circumstances in my life, I found myself there.

They were quite welcoming (as churches should be), and I enjoyed the service. Two ladies in particular were exceptionally kind...Miss Katrina and Miss Marilyn. If you ever attend service there, be sure to give these ladies an extra-special hello.

Anywhoo...the church I visited was Bethlehem Temple, where "God Is In Control."

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever found yourself on the way to one place, only to find yourself at a different place?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Droppin' Like Flies!

The other day I posted about how tickled I get when Facebook suggests people I may know, not realizing that I was once "friends" with those folks. If it weren't for the suggestion I wouldn't know that I'd even been "unfriended."

In the past 2 days, 2 more "friends" have decided to bail.

It matters to me, but it doesn't, but it does.

I'm always so curious to know why.

Was it something I said? Something I did?? Or did those folks just decide that "what's on my mind" is completely uninteresting to them???

Or...maybe, just maybe...those folks simply deactivated their account which means that it had nothing to do with me at all. That happens, right?

Who knows?

As I said in my previous post, I don't do "drama," so maybe my page isn't exciting enough for them. I mean, as sad as it is...some folks thrive on drama. They need it in order to function.

No...on my page you get a WHOLE LOTTA Jesus, nature, music, and transparency.

I have a feeling that the nature and music aren't what runs folks off. But Jesus and transparency...yeah...those two will send folks runnin' for the hills in a heartbeat. Ain't that a shame?!?

Nevertheless...I will continue to be me, and post as I always have. For those who choose to stick around...I'm glad you're here. And for any who choose to "cut me loose" in the future...I wish you well. May you find whatever it is that you seek.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: What do you post about most on Facebook? Anything in particular, or are you as random as I?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

I Thought I ALREADY Knew You

Good ol' Facebook. Such an interesting place it can be at times.

I get so tickled when folks I used to be "friends" with on FB come up in the "People You May Know" list. If it weren't for that I wouldn't even know that I'd been "unfriended."

Or when I change my profile picture and scroll down to see the folks who've "liked" it, only to find at the very bottom of the list (like in the picture here) are again...folks I used to be "friends" with who have clearly decided somewhere along the way that I just wasn't their "cup of tea." To that, I say what I always say...some folks prefer coffee.

Anywhoo...I just find it interesting. If I were a petty person, I'd reach out to those folks and say, "Hmmm...what's up with unfriending me? Really...I'm curious."

Of course, that's waaay too confrontational. I mean...if folks were open to explaining their reasons for unfriending someone then they'd do it before they push the button. Instead, they choose to take the road-less-confrontational, and silently exit. No biggie. Unfriend ME and you're gonna miss out on a whole lotta POSITIVITY, 'cause that's pretty much what I'm all about.

I get it though. Some folks prefer drama...which I just don't do.

With that said, Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever confronted someone who unfriended you on Facebook? If so, how'd that work for ya?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Wrong Side

Recently, while visiting my Dad, I stopped to use of the restrooms at the facility. As I headed toward the stall I noticed that the hook for me to hang my bag and whatnot was on the OUTSIDE of the door (pictured).

Hmmm.

I opened the stall door, looked around the INSIDE, searching for a different hook. There wasn't one. The hook on the OUTSIDE of the door was the ONLY hook.

That seemed so odd to me.

When I enter a bathroom stall, I want my things to come in with me where they will be safe and secure.

Mind you, I highly doubt that anyone at the facility would try to take my things, but you never know.

Nevertheless...I chose to just take my bag and whatnot into the stall with me, placed a seat protector on the floor and them laid my things on top of that. Still grossed me out a bit, having my stuff on the floor (me being a germaphobe and all), but I just couldn't risk having someone grab my bag while I'm "indisposed." Nope...just couldn't do it.

I think that "OUTSIDE-of-the-door" hook was a MAJOR design flaw and someone should look into either removing it and re-installing it INSIDE the stall, or if that's too much trouble, then just BUY a new hook for the inside. Until one of those two things happens though, I will continue to place my things INSIDE the stall...on top of a seat protector, on the floor.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: What design flaws have you encountered along the way?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Where Y'all Goin'?

This past Saturday I had to take the Metro train downtown.
I got on and thought that it was awfully crowded for a Saturday.

When I got off the Blue Line to connect to the Red Line, there was a THRONG of people on the platform. I'm talking HUNDREDS if not THOUSANDS!

WHOA!!!

I said to myself, "Where did all these people come from and WHERE are they going???"

What I didn't realize was that they were on their way to the Women's March. How I didn't know about the march is beyond me...but...I didn't.

Anyhoo...that's where they were all going. Cool.

So I did what I needed to do downtown and headed back to the train station to go back home. Seems like there were TWICE as many folks GOING as there were COMING. So many so that the trains were PACKED and delayed in taking off because folks weren't following directions...as in..."Please step away from the doors. The train can not leave until all doors are clear." Simple, right? Apparently not because folks continued to block the doors.

At this point I was getting annoyed because I could tell that these weren't "regular" train riders, as I am...and I wished that they had all just driven in their fancy lil cars instead of clogging up the train. Yes folks...I've become a "train snob." Who knew that there could be such a thing?

I was truly irritated.

Then I thought about it for a minute and decided to cut the folks some slack because they were crowding the train for a good cause. Heck...had I known about the march I probably would've been out there with them too. Actually...no...I wouldn't have.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that I "hate" crowds...but I will say that I don't do well in them. When it comes to protests and/or "making my voice heard," I do best with letter-writing. Gets my point across without being bumped into, or having to find the nearest bathroom.

So yeah...who knew that one who rides public transportation could be so "snobbish?" Really? Who knew???

With that...Let the DIALOGUE begin: What method do YOU use to make YOUR voice heard?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Like Fine Wine

Yesterday I attended my daughter's first book club meeting. A few months ago she and her book club partner selected #GIRLBOSS for the group to read.

I enjoyed it and thought it was great for young women their age, but I also pulled out some nuggets that I could use myself.

We didn't actually get into the book as we're going to do that at the next meeting. This meeting was primarily for introductions and how we'd like the group to function.

One of the topics we discussed was communication and what method of communication would work best.

Now mind you...I am the ONLY person MY age in the group. All of the other young ladies are my daughter's age...23-ish.

So they're tossing around ideas and platforms that I've never even heard of, until one of them mentioned Facebook. My eyes lit up. FINALLY...a form of social media that I'm actually aware of.

As soon as she mentioned Facebook, the other young ladies said, "Yeah...but who uses that???"

I wanted to crawl under my chair.

You see...I use Facebook...EVERYDAY. It's where I upload my blog posts. It's where I share my daily Bible reading. It's actually my favorite (and most used) form of social media.

Yeah, I'm on The Twitter (I said "The" on purpose) and send out an occasional tweet.

I'm also on Instagram and post occasional pics of flowers, butterflies or anything else in nature that has caught my eye on a particular day.

But Facebook...that's where it's at for me!

What I learned yesterday was that Facebook is not where's it's at for the younger crowd. Guess that means I'm gonna hafta "git with it" and learn some new stuff...which is one of the benefits of hangin' with the "youngins."

So yeah...most days I don't feel my age. I was 42 for about FIVE years. Not that I even FEEL 42 (I truly only feel "20-something")...it's just the age that stuck in my head, years AFTER my 42nd birthday. But YESTERDAY...man! I felt like the Gramma in the group.

Anywhoo...I look forward to what I can learn from the "younger generation." They're so "tech savvy," which I could stand to be more of...so all in all, I already know that this'll be a good thing. And who knows...maybe they'll learn a thing or two from lil ol' me.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: How old do YOU feel? And is that anywhere near you ACTUAL age?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Sippity Sip Sip

"habit - a settled or regular tendency or practice, especially one that is hard to give up."

 

I've heard it said that if you do something for 21 consecutive days it becomes a "habit." I imagine that this would be the case for positive things as well as negative. In my case, I wouldn't say that my "habit" is positive or negative...it's just "quirky."

 

As long as I've been inhabiting this planet, I've never been much of a straw user. Sure, I'd use a straw when dining at a restaurant, or with my to-go drink from a fast-food spot, but at home...never.

 

Well...A while back I was doing a craft project with the reading group that I volunteer with. Whatever the project was, it required straws. Now 100 straws come in a box. We probably used 20 at the most for our project.

 

So...I brought the straws home, put them in the cupboard and forgot about 'em.

 

Until...

 

A few months ago I happened to pull out the box and wondered, "Why aren't I using these?"

 

From then on, I began drinking from straws at home.

 

Now you'd think that once all the straws had been used, that would have been the end of my "home straw usage." But no...I went out and bought a NEW box. You see...I'd developed a habit (even at MY age) of using straws, and just had to have 'em with my drinks at home.

 

Well...I've just used the LAST straw from that box and I think it's time for me to "kick the habit."  I mean...it's not a bad habit, nor is it an expensive one. A box only costs $.97

 

But that's not the issue. The issue is...do I really have to have a straw with my drink? Really???

 

Of course, we know that the answer is NO.

 

And so...as I take the last few sips of my drink from this...the LAST straw...I will stop my "straw habit" cold turkey, and go back to drinking the way I used to...strawless.

 

While I sip...

 

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What habits, if any, have you developed within the past year?

 

Talk to me!

 

Til next time...

 

 

 

My Fond Farewell to Our 44th

And so...here we are.

I have waited 8 years to write this post. Wasn't sure exactly what I'd say. Just knew that I'd wanna say something. Can't begin to tell you how many times I have teared up in the past week knowing that this day was coming. Although I did not watch the inauguration today, I've seen clips. I watched the footage of President Obama taking one last look around his office, and then heading out. *Tears.*
I watched footage of First Lady Michelle Obama tearing up as her husband said his final farewell as President. **More tears.**
In all my years of watching Presidents come and go...this one has hit home the most and these two fine folks will have a special place in my heart for years to come.

So...with that being said...(deep breath in...now exhale...)

I remember back to the days long before Barack Obama became our 44th President. I'd heard him speak and was simply in awe. Words flowed out of that man's mouth like water. There was so much power and conviction behind what he had to say, and he made me feel as though he were speaking directly to me...about issues that mattered to me. Wow!

Then he ran for the office of the President of the United States. His campaign united folks and brought us together for a common good. We NEEDED this man to win. When HE won, WE won.

His WIN meant much to many, but meant MOST to the Black community. In this United States of America where Black folks have been oppressed, discriminated against, made to feel "less than," and at one time were not even able to VOTE...his WIN gave us a sweet taste in our mouths that overpowered the bitter that had long been there.

His inauguration on January 20, 2009 is still so vivid in my memory. I was at work and took a break to go into the conference room and watch him be sworn in. The room was full and I was the only Black person in there at the time. I cried as I watched, and felt the eyes of others in the room turn in my direction as if to say, "What the heck are you crying for?"

Tears flowed as I thought about my grandparents and ancestors before them who didn't live to see the day that they'd always dreamt about, but never really thought possible. I was watching their dream realized on that television screen and my heart simply couldn't contain itself.

Even though my grandparents and those before them didn't get to see the day...I did...and my children did. We got to see someone who LOOKS LIKE US, hold the highest office in the land. That's HUGE!

I remember praying for him on that day...asking most of all for God to PROTECT him from any hurt, harm or danger. Along with granting him the WISDOM to most effectively do the job, PROTECTION was the highest on my list of requests for him. Eight years later we can thankfully see that God indeed answered those prayers.

My son Terence, even at a young age, has always been an eloquent speaker. He's been asked many times to write and give speeches at various events. He was ten years old when Barack Obama became President and there were times when I'd hear him speak and felt as though I was listening to the President himself. I'm not just saying that because I'm his mom...I'm saying it because the dude is an AMAZING orator. Folks would jokingly call my son "Mr. President," because he sounded like a young Obama.

One of my favorite photos of President Obama is the one where the little boy touched the President's hair to see if it felt like his. IT DOES! That little boy could have been MY son whose hair ALSO feels like the President's. I don't know if folks truly understand how POWERFUL that gesture was, but I'm here to tell you...it was MAJOR and sent a message of HOPE to little Black children all over this country that they too, can be the President if they so choose. Skin color, and hair texture are no longer factors thanks to Barack Obama.

Yes...I understand that he is half-White, so folks may wonder why that's not mentioned here. Well there...I just mentioned it. But what you have to understand is this...his "Whiteness" would never have been an obstacle to becoming President. His "Blackness" was. Thankfully though, that didn't deter him, and he overcame the obstacle by great leaps.

Now there is NO WAY that I can write about Barack Obama without acknowledging his incredible wife, Michelle Obama. She was the BEST part of his presidency for me. I loved seeing this Black woman with outstanding credentials of her own, loving and supporting her husband, her children, and simply "doin' her thang." She never gave off the impression of being "stand-offish," and instead made me feel that if I'd known her in a normal everyday setting, we'd probably be friends. She's just cool like that. And that fact that she was JUST LIKE ME...a Black woman born of TWO Black parents made me connect with her even moreso. I know that most folks don't understand what the big deal is about that, and only a Black woman (born of two Black parents) would understand. But it's HUGE...really, it is.

I love that Barack saw the beauty, intelligence, and every other positive attribute in Michelle. The same attributes that a multitude of Black women possess and wish for men (especially Black men) to recognize. I love the Obama's example of love that was displayed for the world to see. A strong depiction of "Black love" that is simply not seen enough. And before folks go barkin' at me about "love sees no color" and all that... Yes, I get it, and I agree. Love is love. Love is beautiful. Love who you love...and all that jazz. I'm just saying that Black women (who are so often overlooked) need, and want love too. That's all.

I love that their children look like my children. Before Obama's presidency, that had never been seen in The White House...or "The People's House" as Michelle called it.

As I write these words (and YOU read them), I am sure that there are those who have negative things to say about President Obama. I've not said I have agreed with EVERY decision he made while in office. There are many that I did not agree with. MANY.

However, in light of all the opposition he faced FROM DAY ONE, I'd say that he did a heckuva job with what (and WHO he had to work with.) EVERY DAY of these last 8 years have been an upward battle for him because that was "the plan" of those who were against him and wanted to see him fail. So unfortunate that it had to be that way. But he endured. He pressed forward, and he completed the task at hand. That's far more than many would have done if given the same circumstances.

I will miss hearing him speak, especially the way he always says , "Look..." when he gets annoyed.
I will miss seeing his corny style of dance (his moves are pretty much like mine).
I will miss that walk (should've had a 70s soundtrack to go with it).
I will miss that beaming smile and the genuinely "cool" way that he carried himself.
Bottom line...President Barack H. Obama was "smooth like butta." Professional and Presidential at all times...yet still, "smooth like butta."

I don't know what the plans are for our former First Family, all I know is that I will continue to keep them in my prayers (as I've done since the day he took office), and ask God to continue to BLESS them. At the same time, I will ask that God bless this country of ours. We need it now, more than ever.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Talk to me if you want to!

Til next time...

Six Special Scoops

Yesterday was rough.

Today is better.

Yesterday I had a "transparent moment" and shared with folks on Facebook about how I got into my "current situation." I know without a doubt that my openness made folks uncomfortable. I'm certain because so few commented and/or reached out. I mean really...I laid EVERYTHING out on the table and fewer than TEN folks had anything to say. Not sure what to make of that, but...it is what it is. Nevertheless, I am exceptionally THANKFUL for the compassionate few who did.

After my post I took a little stroll. When I returned home I checked the mailbox and to my surprise there was a lovely card from someone letting me know (in a nutshell) that THEY care, and that I matter. That card was right on time, and is so greatly appreciated. On it (as you can see), they labeled each of the scoops with what they are praying for me to have in this year of 2017:

• Job
• Love
• Purpose
• Prosperity
• Peace

I stand in agreement and readily receive it all...RIGHT NOW!

Folks, it doesn't take much to brighten someone's dark day. Most people just want to be ACKNOWLEDGED at times when they feel as though they are being IGNORED, UNHEARD, and MISUNDERSTOOD. A little bit of acknowledgment goes a heckuva long way!

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: How was YOUR day today?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

The Blessing of Grandparents (and Great-Grandparents)

This morning's Bible reading led me to Genesis 48:8-11. You can read it for yourself but the gist of these verses was that Jacob was meeting two of his grandsons for the first time which was a huge blessing because he didn't think he'd ever even see his son Joseph again...let alone the grandsons.

This reminded me of my Grammy.

Before she passed away she had been sick for YEARS. I had no idea how sick she was. She knew though.

When she found out that I was pregnant with my first child she didn't think she'd live long enough to actually SEE her.

Well...God had a blessing in store for me, my Grammy, and my daughter Lauren, because He allowed my Grammy to see, hold, and LOVE her. It wasn't for long, but it was longer than my Grammy had ever expected.

As I journey through this very troubling time of my life right now (praying that I will not be HOMELESS in 14 days), I am reminded that God is omnipotent TODAY, as He was back in the time of Jacob...and even before.

God blessed my Grammy in the same way that He blessed Jacob. Surely He will bless ME in the MIRACULOUS way that He blessed others in times past as well. At this point I need nothing short of a MIRACLE.

For now though, Let the DIALOGUE begin: Did you grow up knowing your grandparents? And if you have children, did they get to know their grandparents?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Wash'N'Dry

As an apartment dweller, one of my least favorite things to do is WAIT for a washer or dryer to become available.

I live in a 43 unit building. We have FOUR washers (pictured) and FOUR dryers to share amongst the FORTY THREE units.

Most days aren't too bad and I can usually get a washer pretty easily, except for...YESTERDAY. Yesterday I waited for at least 30 minutes for my neighbors to get their items out of the washers (which had already been stopped when I arrived.) FINALLY...two little GIRLS come in (about 7 and 4) and unload the washers. They placed their items in the 3 working dryers (one is broken), and I proceeded to place MY items in the washer.

Now the wash cycle is 31 minutes, and the dry cycle is 48 minutes. Sooo...I set my timer to go back after 48 minutes. Do you think the girls (or even their MOTHER) returned promptly to remove their clothes from the dryer? Do ya?

Let me save you some time.

NO...THEY DIDN'T!

I gave 'em an extra 10 minutes and finally had to remove their clothes from at least ONE of the dryers so that I could use it. Mind you...I needed THREE, but I settled for one.

About 30 minutes into my dry cycle, the two little girls come back out to get their stuff. By this time it was dark and I wanted so badly to ask, "Where is your MOMMA?!?" At that point I was less concerned about their laundry and more concerned about their SAFETY.

Thankfully, we live in a secured building and although they don't live on the same side that I do, where the laundry room is located...they can still get to their apartment without having to go outside the gate. I watched to make sure.

One thing's for sure...I look forward to the day when I am finally a HOMEOWNER and have my OWN washer and dryer. That day is coming (once I get a job). I'm sure of it.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: For all the "apartment dwellers" out there who share a laundry-room...Do you remove your neighbors clothes if they take too long to get them? Or do you patiently wait?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Remembering ME

*** This post was originally drafted some time after November 9, 2014 and before April 23, 2016. Not sure of the exact date. Just realized that I never published it so thought I'd add the finishing touches.***

I've been thinking about death a lot lately. That tends to happen when someone you know and/or love passes away.

Soon after someone passes, if they are one of your friends on Facebook, you immediately begin to see the outpouring of love for that person. Memories are shared. Pictures are shared. And they give me a quick jolt of reality that one day, I too will die. That thought always leaves me to wonder what people will say about me when that happens? What pictures will they share (if any)? What kind words will they say about me (if any)? What impact will I have made on their lives (if any)?

I mean, these are things that I would like to know NOW while I am still alive, so that I can make improvements in areas that may need them. Although my hope is that when I die, I will have touched EVERYONE I know in a POSITIVE way that will have them more blessed for having known me, than if they had not. I would want people who "hear about me" to say, "Wow! Sounds like she was pretty special. Too bad I never got a chance to meet her."

But the reality is...not everybody will have flowery words to say. For those folks, I pray that God would pierce their hearts and make them realize that I wasn't who they thought I was. Had they taken time to actually get to know and UNDERSTAND me, they would have discovered that.

Two years before my Mom passed, she wrote her own obituary. She also knew who she WANTED to speak at her service, and who she DIDN'T. For the most part her wishes were honored...except for ONE person who I wish had kept his mouth shut, although even he acknowledged that his relationship with my Mom wasn't the best...so my thought was, WHY then did you get up to speak? Ugh! The things we do though to avoid "drama", so I let him have his 2 minutes and thankfully he was done.

I too have a list of those who I know could GENUINELY speak about me, and then there are others who don't really know me at all but would try to speak as if they did. Thank goodness I won't have to see any of that. I say that because I don't believe in "looking down from Heaven." I mean really...once one gets to Heaven...why on Earth would they EVER wanna "look down" and see all of the sadness and sorrow that occurs here? I mean, yeah...it would be cool if we could "look down" and only see "the GOOD stuff," but I just don't think that's how it works. I know that the majority of folks believe differently, and they get comfort in thinking that their loved ones "look down." If that gives them comfort, then so let it be.

But back to my original question. When my time comes, what WILL folks say about me?

I would hope that most would say the following:

• She loved helping and serving others.
• She loved children.
• She loved reading.
• She loved reading to children.
• She loved writing.
• She loved music.
• She loved to sing...and sang EVERYDAY.
• She loved to laugh and often made us laugh.
• She was downright funny.
• She was a loyal friend. If you told her something in secret, it stayed with her.
• She was trustworthy.
• She was forgiving (even to those who betrayed her the worst).
• She didn't have much to give financially, but what she could give, she did give.
• She tried to live a life that was pleasing to God.
• She failed at living a life that was pleasing to God...yet she continued to try.
• She prayed daily.
• She prayed for many.
• She prayed for those who loved her, and for those who SAID they loved her (but really didn't...she knew).
• She loved her kiddos: Lauren, Jordan and Terence.
• She may not have been the BEST Mom, but she did her best to be the best to them.
• She loved LOVE, even though love eluded her and never stuck around for very long.
• When she loved, she loved completely. And it took a LOT for that love to diminish. A WHOLE LOT.
• She loved nature.
• She saw the beauty in God's creation in many things that most folks overlooked.
• She appreciated every day that she had functioning EYESIGHT, as one of God's greatest gifts.
• She LOVED the ocean (her "Place of Peace").
• She always felt that she was living a life that was much too small for her.
• She hoped and prayed that she would one day grow into the life that God had purposed for her.
• Her presence was felt and brought positive energy to any space she occupied.
• Her presence was missed when she wasn't around.
• Her presence will be missed from this day forward.
• She loved the Lord with all her heart, mind and soul. She may not have always acted accordingly, but really, she did.
• Although she's no longer here on Earth, she is now happier that she ever was when she was here. This life was not always the kindest to her, and now those hurts will be no more.
• For those who loved her and want to see her again, BELIEVE in Christ as she did. Acknowledge that you are a sinner saved by grace. Confess that Jesus is Lord. Do those things and this will not have to be goodbye. It will simply be "see you later" and you WILL see her again.

So yeah. As morbid as this post may be to some, death is a reality for us ALL. But how many get to share...in advance...what they would like to be remembered for?

Think about it.

Then...

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What do YOU want folks to remember about YOU?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

My Magical New Orleans Memories

One year ago today, I was in the most magical of cities...NEW ORLEANS.

Best place I've ever visited, and it's the ONLY place I've ever been to that felt just as much like HOME as my own city.

The FOOD there was FANTASTIC!
The MUSIC was MARVELOUS!!
The PEOPLE were a potpourri of PLEASANTNESS!!!

While I was there it rained a bit (especially at night). That didn't stop me though. Neither did it stop the street musicians from performing on practically every corner, nor did it close the clubs on Frenchmen Street where I bounced in and out of each, enjoying the variety of local artists. In all of the bouncing from place to place, the only money I spent was for ONE Sprite. Didn't even have to pay to get into the clubs. As long as I could find a seat...I was set. Entertainment on a budget...that's how I roll!

In one of the clubs, I enjoyed a female guitar-playing vocalist (whose name escapes me at this point). Along with CDs that she had available for purchase, she had guitar picks that the audience could FREELY take. Say no more...I took one (pictured here). It's my small reminder of the GRAND experience I enjoyed on a rainy night in New Orleans once upon a time.

Looking forward to going back again, and again, and again.

Now Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's the best souvenir that you've ever brought back from a trip?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Who's That???

A funny thing happened while waiting for the bus yesterday.

I was minding my own business when I happened to look up and saw a tour bus (like the one pictured) rolling down the street. As it got closer I began to wave at that tourists. The looks on their faces were hilarious. I could tell that they were trying to figure out just who I was...and if they should wave back.

I giggled and thought...I may not be one of the "celebrities" that they were hoping to see along this tour, but in the words of Jesse Jackson, "i AM somebody!" Yes, even in my current situation (Lord, HELP ME!!!)...I am STILL somebody!

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever gone on a Celebrity Tour? If so, who did you see?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Dinosaur Sighting!

Ok, ok...so I didn't actually see a dinosaur...but I saw something pretty darn close.

Caught me so off-guard I had to do a double-take.

Normally when I pass by a pay-phone booth (by the way...for you youngsters out there...that's what this "thing" is),  there's just an empty shell and the phone has been removed.

About a month ago I actually saw a man USING one! Can you BELIEVE that?!? I took a picture of him too but for the sake of his privacy I decided not to post it.

Seeing this today made me realize just how much things have changed. Back when I was a teenager, pay-phones were my lifeline when away from home. I used this to call my parents to let them know where I was, what time the movie would be over, and when to pick me up. It worked.

These days, finding a teenager without a cell phone would be about as rare as spotting a working pay-phone.

Yes indeed...times have surely changed.

So, Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time YOU made a call from a pay-phone booth?

Talk to me (heck, CALL me if you have my number)!

Til next time...

Hot Sauce, Tartar Sauce, Mustard?

This afternoon I fried some fish to eat for lunch. I heated up some brown rice to go with it and my meal was ready.

As I was eating my fish I noticed how plain it was. Most Black folks eat their fried fish with hot sauce.

Other folks may have tartar sauce.

And then there was my mother. It's funny how memories of my mother pop up at the most random of times.

Today, while eating my plain fish, I remembered how my Mom used to eat hers with mustard. Yes, MUSTARD.

So what did I do? I headed on over to the fridge, got out the mustard and covered my fish with it.

Can't say that I loved it...but I did love the memory that it gave me.

More than likely I'll just stick to eating my fish plain, or occasionally with hot sauce. Never with tartar sauce (YUCK), and maybe...just maybe...with mustard every now and then.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What do you like on YOUR fried fish?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Mailbox Surprises

With the advances in modern technology, folks pretty much communicate these days with electronic devices...either via phone or computer.

Rarely does anyone actually hold pen in hand and write letter or note on a card to anyone.

Fortunately, rarely does not mean never. I happen to be one of those rare folks who actually enjoys crafting handwritten notes and letters to be sent as a way to let others know that I am simply thinking about them.

My hope with each card and letter mailed is that it puts a smile on the face of the recipient.

Not sure how many folks still get bills in the mail (most have gone paperless), but if they are anything like me, most of what actually comes through the mailbox is JUNK. So to unexpectedly receive something handwritten from a friend or family member is truly a "mailbox surprise."

As a result of my joy in handwriting cards and letters, I love stationery...especially BLANK cards with pretty designs on the outside. I currently have 3 boxes of blank cards with varying butterfly designs on each. So pretty! And a few months ago a friend gave me a box with the ones that are pictured here with my initial surrounded by a lovely floral design. Someone had given the box to her and she knew exactly who she would in turn give it to. I love it, and have mailed a few from this particular set.

So...there you have it.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time you received or sent a handwritten card or letter in the mail? If you send me your address I'll drop one in the mail to you. Really...I will.

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Mic check, Mic check, Three Four, Three Four...

*** This post was originally "drafted" in January 2012. Apparently I never finished/published it. The topic is still relevant though so I thought I'd finish and publish it today...some 5 years later.***

Ok, so I would've titled today's post "Mic check, Mic check, One Two, One Two...", but I've already done that before.

I've been at this blogging thing for about a year and a half and although it's meant to be a DIALOGUE...99.99% of the time, I'm still talking to myself.

Am I discouraged? A little bit.
Am I going to stop writing? Heck no!

I can't.

Because the moment that I stop writing will be the moment that comes right before my breakthrough. So I press on.

No, I'm not big on the political issues of the day, so I don't write about those.
No, I'm not an expert on any ONE particular thing, so I don't focus on one thing. My blog is reflective of my thoughts...all over the place.

I'm simply a woman with a passion and desire to write, and to hear what YOU have to say.

So how 'bout we get some DIALOGUE going?!?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's on YOUR mind?

Talk to me?

Til next time...

Goin' My Way?

Today marks exactly ONE MONTH since I last drove a car.

I no longer have a car and so I have learned how to get around via public transportation. To be quite honest, it hasn't been too bad.

Google Maps has become my new best friend and has allowed me to figure out exactly how to get where I need to go.

During this past month I have discovered that I prefer the train over the buses. Trains are better for me because I don't have to worry about missing my stop, and...they run on a fairly regular schedule.

With the bus, I can easily miss my stop if I don't know where I'm going, and they don't always come when the schedule says they do. Depending on how close I am to my destination, I sometimes just walk the rest of the way if I've waited to long for the next bus.

The only real downfall to riding public transportation has been  riding at night (which I don't like at all), and not being able to get to some of the places that are further out. I have a friend who just moved to the outskirts of town and public transportation simply doesn't go there. That's a really bummer. Other than that though...it's all good.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time you rode the bus or train?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Giving What I Can

On the first day of this new year I posted about things that didn't go so well LAST year, and what changes I wanted to make to ensure a BETTER 2017.

The key factor that I identified as lacking last year was CONSISTENCY.

I wanted consistency with fitness, my writing, and reading my Bible.

I know that we are only ten days into this year but thus far I am happy with my progress.

With regard to fitness, I am now rewarding myself with a dollar for every day that I get at least 10,000 steps on my Fitbit. Mind you, with my current financial situation I don't even have DOLLARS to reward myself with, so for now I put PENNIES in a baggie and once my financial situation turns around (FOR THE BETTER), I will replace those pennies with the dollars that they represent.

To date, there are SIX pennies in the baggie. For me, that's GREAT progress. My goal is to have at least SEVENTEEN 10, 000 step days each month.

With regard to my writing (primarily here at The Dialogue Den), I've written consistently and I think I am only one day short.

And for the MOST IMPORTANT area of change...I have read my Bible EVERYDAY this month, and actually look forward to it now. My daily reading has evolved into something that I did not anticipate when I first delved in.

You see...I thought my daily reading was going to simply be for ME to strengthen my knowledge OF, and relationship WITH God. It has begun to do that, and much more.

Every morning, before I begin reading, I pray. I ask God to SHOW me what He wants me to see and TEACH me what He wants me to learn. Basically...I need Him to SPEAK to me. And...He does.

What happens next has brought much joy to my spirit.

I share on Facebook whatever it was that spoke most to me. I do this because I know for a fact that I am not the ONLY one going through something. I may be the only one with $2.51 in her bank account, praying for a job offer to come through so that some income can once again be generated...BUT...I am not the only one going through something. Trials come in a variety of ways and we encounter one form or another at some point in our lives.

By sharing what God speaks to ME each day (through His Word), I believe that I am sharing HOPE with others who need it just as much as I do. At this point in my life where I have so little to GIVE, yet need to RECEIVE much...I am thankful to be able to give whatever I can, in whatever way I can.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever set out to do something that you thought would only benefit YOU, and it ultimately ended up benefitting others as well?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Praising IN The Storm

Today has not been the best.

I woke up late and missed my bus for church. Thankfully, my daughter Lauren then offered to drop me off.

As I was getting ready, I checked my bank account balance (pictured here.) Took a deep breath, and continued getting ready.

Soon thereafter, my phone rang. Received some unsettling news that shook me. At that point I was ready to just call it a day. It wasn't even 10 am yet.

But no...

I finished getting ready and let Lauren drop me off at church. At that point I simply fell apart and could not stop the tears from falling.

I need more help now than I have ever needed in my life, in a MAJOR way! Yet even with this knowledge, and my current situation, I knew that I still needed to give God the honor and praise that He so rightly deserves. Yes, even with $27.02 TO MY NAME...He is worthy to be praised.

You see...one thing I know, is that God's praise is not dependent upon MY circumstance.

As Psalm 34:1 states:

"I will bless the LORD at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth." 

That doesn't say at SOME times, or when times are GOOD. No, it says at ALL times...which means that even now...with blow after blow that keeps coming my way...I must still praise Him.

And so...I did.

Tears POURED from my eyes, and I sang from my heart...to my God.

Just in case folks are thinking that a $27.02 bank balance is "no big deal," or would like to tell me to just "hold on" until payday...I don't HAVE a "payday" at this time. There is NOTHING coming in until I get a new job.

I have been on numerous interviews and nothing has happened yet. However...I believe that is about to change. It MUST!

I went on two interviews last Thursday. One was for a job that I am an excellent match for, and it is a match for me as well.

The other...not so much. They need someone who is far more skilled in Excel than I am. Sure, I can learn Excel and become more advanced, but they'd like someone with that knowledge "right out the gate."

So...back to the first interview.

The agency that sent me told me that they received highly positive feedback and that out of four candidates, I am in the "top two." Yes!

Sometime next week I will be asked to go into the office for half a day just to see "first hand" what the job entails. From there, the company will make their decision.

I am ready to go in there with bells on! Not only because I want this job, but because I  NEED this job. With it I will be able to:

a) KEEP MY HOME (23 more days til the rent is due again)
b) get a car
c) help others when they need it (once I am back on my "financial feet")

So yeah. Things aren't looking too hot right now, yet I am faithfully believing that they are about to turn around. They simply have to! I can not imagine, nor do I want to imagine any other outcome.

I'm sure that there are those who will read this and say, "Welp...sucks to be you. But you created this situation and now it's up to YOU to get yourself out." I get that. I don't need that negativity and/or criticism right now because it doesn't do anything to HELP my situation, but I certainly "get it."

To those folks all I can say is, I AM TRYING!!! I have done everything I know to do to get back to work. EVERYTHING. And that is why the job that I mentioned above simply MUST come through. It just HAS to.

At this point I normally say, Let the DIALOGUE begin. Today will be the first time in all of my 600+ posts where I'm just going to leave it closed-ended. Today's post simply needed to be one that allowed me to share where I'm at. I'm sure that my transparency makes many uncomfortable, but I don't have anything to hide. This is my "current situation." The reason why so many folks who need help never get it is because they live in shame and never tell others what they're going through.

At this point, 16 people have viewed this post. One reached out with a comment (which I appreciate), and the other 15...who knows? It's become so easy these days to listen to one's cry for help and turn a deaf ear to it. That's just the world we live in. Sad, but true.

Anyhoo...just needed to get that out. I may be suffering, but I don't have to suffer in silence. This blog is my voice.  

Til next time...

Wobblin'

This post'll be a short one.

I've been going through a lot lately...and I do mean a LOT.

My recent trials have brought to memory a childhood toy that I once played with...WEEBLES.

Their tagline was:

"Weebles wobble but they don't fall down."

That's how I've been feeling. I've been wobbling, yet I'm not down. I actually BELIEVE that I am on my way back UP, and the wobbling will soon cease.

Hoping that I'll be able to share some good news with you all in the coming days. In the meantime, please keep me in your prayers if you will...in the name of Jesus. All glory and honor, even while I am in the midst of my storm, go to Him.

Now, Let the DIALOGUE begin: Do you remember Weebles? Did you have them when you were a child?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Walking Pays Off

When I was a young girl I spent most weekends and summers with my grandparents. Didn't have to go too far. I lived in Carson and they lived in Inglewood, but it still felt like I was a world away. Those were my best times.

During my visits, my Grammy and I developed the habit of going for walks, especially after her heart surgery when she was working to rebuild her strength.

On the days we walked we would compete to see who could find the most change along the way. Trash Day was always my favorite day of the week to walk because that was the day that the most change was typically. Not sure why that was, but it was.

Now, all these years later, I still look for loose change when I'm out walking. Pennies are most common (I once found a ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL in the gutter), and a couple days ago I found this bunch of coins (pictured) huddled somewhat together.

First, I found the penny that's hangin' out over there by itself. I have this weird thing where I only pick up pennies that are facing UP, and then I mutter this little diddy:

 

"Find a penny, pick it up, and all the day you'll have good luck."

Corny, I know...but it's what I do.

So I picked up the penny and about thirty minutes later, in a separate location, I spotted the nickel...then the dime, then the penny, and finally...the quarter. I could tell by their rough feel that they'd been on the ground awhile, and had been run over a number of times. I scooped them all up, thanked God (as I do every time I find money), and gave them a new home in my pocket.

In addition to the health benefits that walking provides, every now and then...it gives a financial benefit as well. No amount is too small; I am thankful for it all.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time you went for a walk? Did you find any money along the way?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Any Way You Slice It

A couple days ago while I was out, I decided to grab a slice of pizza.

As usual, I pretty scraped off the parts I wanted...the cheese and sauce...and was left with a bunch of barely eaten DOUGH.

I've never been much of a "Dough Gal."

When my son was little, he would hover around me and my plate, waiting for me to be finished so that he could have my "crust."

Years later, not only would I give him the "crust," but I'd probably end up handing him a "naked" SLICE of pizza with only remnants of what once topped it.

With so many different types of crust, you'd think there'd be at least ONE that I'd like.

Thick.
Thin.
Hand Tossed.
Stuffed.

I imagine that out of those four choices, THIN is the one I'd most go with.

To me, the crust is a secondary player and the TOPPINGS are the REAL STAR. I know that lots of folks out there would beg to differ though.

So here's YOUR shot.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Are YOU a "Dough Guy or Gal?" If so, what's your favorite type of crust? Oh...and aren't you hungry now, looking at this delicious pizza? I know I am!

Talk to me!

Til next time...

At My Fingertips

Raise your hand if you can remember being asked this question when you were in elementary school:

What do you want to be when you grow up?

The typical answers are, teacher, doctor, lawyer, astronaut, along with a host of others.

My answer as a child wasn't much different. I wanted to be a teacher. But who I wanted to teach was a bit more unique.

I wanted to teach "the blind." For some odd reason I was fascinated by Louis Braille. I even learned how to read Braille, and wrote to the Braille Institute several times. I would hand-write my letters and they would respond in Braille. It was so cool! I wish I still had them.

Unfortunately, my dreams took a different path as I got older and I never became the teacher that I had always longed to be. With the teaching dream went my ability to read Braille.

Then, a few weeks ago I was in my local Starbucks and saw that they had gift cards in Braille. I just HAD to get one. I didn't put any money on it...didn't even buy it with the intention of giving it away. I just asked the cashier if I could have one and off I went. Funny how something as simple as this little card brought back such a flood of memories, along with "what ifs."

What if I had stuck with my interest in Braille and had actually become the teacher that I'd dreamt of being as a young girl? How much different would my life have been?

Interestingly enough, for those who know me well and/or have followed The Dialogue Den since 2009, you know that I have "special eyes," and the ability to SEE each day is truly a GIFT that I never take for granted. I have to take special precautions with MY eyes that most folks don't give any thought to. Not many folks my age have ever seen a RETINA SPECIALIST. I have...more times than I care to admit.

I pray that these eyes will always be able to SEE what is before them, but just in case anything ever changes...thanks to Mr. Braille, I know that I will ALWAYS be able to READ.

Oh, and in case you were wondering...the letters on the card (of course) spell Starbucks. That first little dot by itself, way over to the left lets you know that the word is capitalized.

How 'bout you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What was YOUR answer to the 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' question when you were in elementary school? Did your dream/goal come true?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Going Where?

Here recently I've become a regular rider of public transportation as I no longer have a car.

For the most part it's been okay. Rainy days have been tough, and being out after dark isn't much fun (in another post I'll share with you my recent ride that I took from a stranger. CRAZY...I know!)

Aside from those two things though, I've gotten pretty good at getting where I need to go. Google Maps has become my new best friend. I don't leave home without it.

Where things get a bit tricky though are at the bus stops...like the one pictured here. Can somebody, ANYBODY tell me WHICH ROUTES stop here?!? I mean, yeah...I can clearly see that Long Beach Transit and the Metro stop here, but again, WHICH ROUTES?!? You don't have to be a regular bus rider to know that that information is kinda important. By the way, that 2407 at the bottom of the sign isn't the route number I'm referring to. Apparently it has something to do with the route, but that isn't the number that I'd be looking for on the actual bus.

Between signs like this, and bus stops that have NO sign AT ALL...the experience can be a bit frustrating at times.

For this reason, my favorite method of public transportation are the trains. You know...Blue Line, Red Line, Green Line, etc. They are SOOO easy! And since the trains have fewer, yet clearly marked stops, I can actually READ on the train and not worry about missing my stop. I rarely read on the bus unless I'm coming home. That's pretty much the only time I know exactly when my stop is coming up.

In my travels, I've learned that some buses announce EVERY upcoming stop. That is sooo helpful! Others, only announce the MAJOR stops that connect to other lines. On those buses I have to pay extremely close attention otherwise I look up and could be three or four blocks away from where I meant to get off. That's great for my Fitbit...not so great if I'm trying to get somewhere by a certain time.

Anywhoo...It's been almost a month and I miss my stops much less often than I did at the beginning. Little by little I'm becoming a pro. Me and my TAP card know how to get around.

How 'bout you? Let the DIALOGUE begin: Are you a regular public transportation rider, or are you like the majority of Californians enjoying the luxury of having a car?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

To Be Reviewed on January 1, 2018

On this day, January 1, 2017, we have been blessed to see the beginning of yet another NEW year.

As most people are doing on this day (or have been doing over the past few days), I have reflected on 2016, making note of those things that went well, along with those that went terribly wrong. In all of the reflection I have definitely identified areas that need IMMEDIATE improvement.

• The Dialogue Den didn't have as much success as I had hoped because I didn't write as often as I should have.

• My written BOOKS all went unfinished because I didn't write as often as I should have.

• My savings plans ended up at ZERO on December 31st because I failed to add to them as often as I should have.

• My weight loss (although I did lose 15 pounds over the past 3 months) was not as great as it could have been because I didn't eat well enough, nor exercise as often as I should have.

• My gratitude jar only ended up with about 40 slips of paper in it when it SHOULD have been OVERFLOWING.

• My job search efforts were not as successful as I needed them to be because "on paper" my work history appears to be "flaky" and no one has been willing to "take a chance" and allow me to PROVE that I really AM a stable, competent, hard-working employee. It's coming though. It HAS to.

• My One Year Bible has WEEKS that went unread, causing me to miss important instruction, and inspiration that I so desperately could have used.

The key component in the seven issues referenced above is LACK OF CONSISTENCY. Now that I have identified the problem, I can work toward resolving it. That resolution comes in the form of ONE word: CONSISTENCY

If I am CONSISTENT in:

• Blogging DAILY
• Working on my books DAILY
• Contributing to my savings plans DAILY
• Eating healthy and working out DAILY
• Adding at least ONE thing that I am thankful for to my gratitude jar DAILY
• Getting a job and sticking with it DAILY (regardless of what's going on in the rest of my life)
• Reading my One Year Bible DAILY...

Oh how much better of a position I will be this time next year. And that's what I want...BETTER. One year from today, January 1, 2018...I look forward to looking back on this post and comparing my life TODAY to what it will be THEN. I pray that it will be WHOLE LOT DIFFERENT with POSITIVE results based on the changes that will have been made.

But enough about me...what about you?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Is there one word, or a phrase that you have chosen to guide you through 2017? If so, let's hear it.

Talk to me!

Til next time...