Monday, January 2, 2023
The Rave Reviews Book Club has challenged its members to blog without fail for 30 Days. Accepting this challenge means I’ll be regaling you with my often mundane exploits; but this challenge has opened me to the possibility that with inspiration, and motivation, I can accomplish some very lofty goals in 2023. I’m eager to see how successful my blogs and other writings can grow to be. Please come along for the ride. Comment, cheer, critique and “like” these posts. Since I’m mainly writing about my life, I’m a little shy about you seeing the real me; but here goes!
I’ll begin with last night, Sunday, January, 1.
Earlier in the day I’d attended an exceptional church service. The choir was excellent, the prayer for the new year, very fervent, and the message was about Rebirth. Very similar to the word Renaissance that I’ve chosen for myself this year. Was this a message from God? You’ll discover that it doesn’t take much for me to turn somethings into a message from God, fate, the universe …
Saturday, New Year’s Eve, I’d cooked the traditional good luck dinner of black-eyed peas, collard greens, mac and cheese, and cornbread so that everything would be ready when we returned from church. While I got comfortable (you’d be surprised at what I wear to church including foundation garments, stockings, earrings that pinch), my husband deep-fried catfish and cut up tomatoes. The plan was an awesome meal and the rest of the evening catching up on my reading.
My daughter was originally hosting the dinner, but a pipe burst in her home, and we had to cancel. Not wanting to leave anyone in the lurch, I put it out that if people stopped by with containers, they could pick up their dinner here. (I may do this all the time because I didn’t have to make my home sparkle and shine, and I didn’t suffer on pins and needles waiting for everyone to go home.)
My sister-in-law picked up her plate first, followed by my niece, followed by my daughter. Think that was the end? Nooo! Daughter wanted her hair washed, conditioned and put up in French braids to prepare for the African ladies who would braid extensions into her already impossibly long and thick hair. (But mommy, you promised!) Deep breath here as I contemplate cutting ties with this particular child forever.
After what seemed like hours of blow drying and twisting up hair, but was really only about an hour, I sent her home. There would be no reading for me. So, I settled into the movie that hubby was watching, Don’t Worry, Darling. I have titled it Don’t Waste Your Time, Darling. The directors took an outstanding idea and after an hour of tension and suspension, sent the movie crashing downhill. It was a mass of confusion, unanswered questions, and an unsatisfactory conclusion. One where you frown at your fellow audience member and say, “what just happened?”
Finally, as I lay in bed contemplating what went wrong with this day, I determined that it hadn’t been about Renaissance. I was doing the same old thing. Picking up the slack, pitching in, and saving the day. Where was the time for me? Follow me on this journey as I learn to put myself first. I want to keep the promises I made to myself in 2023, and say no to the stuff that gets in the way.
I wish you all a 2023 filled with self-discovery, satisfaction, and love. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!