Choices

  Photo Credit: Bonjour Tristesse 

      I was talking to a young friend of mine last night, who being in their early twenties, was facing an array of choices to be made.

     As I listened and tried to encourage this person by telling them that they had all the wisdom they needed to make a good decision. They quickly brought up the fear of making the wrong choice, the wrong decision.

     Good point.

     But I told this person, you can't put off making these difficult decisions, especially if the outcome is important to your heart. By ignoring the issues, or hoping someone else will make the choice for you, takes the beautiful experience and responsibility of living, out of your hands and into the hands of a forfeited choice, of which breeds it owns beast of resentment in the end. We were meant to walk out our journey distinctly. With tough choices included.

     When one thinks of the word responsibility, there are many heavy handed connotations that come to mind. And yes, responsibility is a sobering act, but it is so much more than that. It is your "response". It is your outward actions speaking up and out in regards to how you feel about a particular subject, moment, person, event, place, etc.

     Your actions--your responses, are telling us where you place these elements of living in order of importance.  Just as a parent has a responsibility to care for their child, it is a condition of the heart manifested in outward actions with provision, tenderness, and discipline. The response is love and the responsibility backs this up.  To know that you can count on someone, because they are responsible (not perfect) and free to make choices in life backed up by love, brings such security and freedom to our hearts.

"Feeling liberated... and pressed to be responsible because of it." --Theodore Ndawillie II

     This morning, when I woke up, I recalled the conversation I had with that person last night, and realized how similar it was to my own 5 month old dialogue with God. I'm in the midst of trying to avoid making a hard decision as well, and I'm fearful of making the wrong decision.  But you can't escape the process of living if you choose to live.

     The act of choosing can be so stressful, but once a choice is made a sense of freedom arises, and
you can begin to asses from that place. What was good, bad? What was learned? Do we need to recalculate? But if you had never made that choice (good or awful), you'd be consistently in a state of limbo, afraid to commit, have faith, and trust yourself to state a decision.

     And what if you do make the wrong choice? Will you not realize it half way through and perhaps find your way to the good choice? Faith is always a risk. And I love how the Bible states that Love never fails and that All things work for good, to those that love God and are called according to His purpose.

     It seems like I forget that truth ever so quickly,  especially in the midst of my current choice dilemma.

     Love will always find a way to you. Put away fear, and just be humble enough to see love finding its way to you in every corner of your life's journey.


Wisdom's Knocking:

By not making a decision, you've made a decision: You don't care. Or you are too afraid to care.


And I Loved You On Purpose

      Okay, I'm a little late to this particular revelation, but nevertheless I have arrived at it's piercing epiphany. "For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf", the story/collection of poems, is absolutely, most definitely, one of my all time favorites. For many different reasons.


     I saw the movie tonight, by it's shortened title: "For Colored Girls". But instead of merely being satisfied with a cinematic portrayal, I long to see the experimental stage play in all its 1975 glory. I'm thinking of picking up the book this weekend. Eboni, I would love to hear your comments and thoughts in regards to the movie and the book.

     And I will gladly have you know, that because of this story, I will not afford myself the activity of casual dating. For those that know the story and all it's intricacies, and for those that don't, I won't explain.

     How is that God painted my skin Black and with such richness and with so many stories to tell? And just when I think I've reached my own awe and splendor, I look to the right and to the left and see the stories of my sisters and our mothers. Gleaming.


Wisdom's Knocking:

If you gain the trust of a woman, you will inherit an embrace of treasures.



Congruent

    
     So today, I took the liberty of changing my blog URL (Fancy talk for "website address" or "website link") for what I hope will be the final time. Some of you remember when my URL was tracksuitsandgoldchains. Yeah. I was in a mood. What kind? Still trying to figure that one out.

     But now with so many more you taking the time to read my crazy rantings and observations, I figured it's time to make the point of reference to this site even easier. So now, my official blog site address is: www.puerilityvol1.blogspot.com

     Why didn't I think of that before? I mean, it was SO obvious.

     I even legitimately paid for my first comic strip today (Featured in my post: Constipated). This is a big step. We're official now.

     For those of you that have decided to follow me on your RSS feed or on Blogger: THANK YOU!

     I also love hearing feedback, so feel free to write me comments.

     And if you have a blog, feel free to share it with me. I love reading other blogs. And who knows, I may blog about you and your fancy blog.

Wisdom's Knocking:

It's so powerful when your actions and your words match one another.


Beauty Smarts Dumb




I heard this on a TV show last week, and it cracked me up:

Daughter: β€œSo dumb guys go for dumb girls? AND Smart guys go for dumb girls? What do the smart girls get?”

Father: β€œCats mostly.”

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Yes, I’m still laughing.

I know, I know. Many of you foxy ladies out there are cat lovers. So before you throw a tomato at me, please feel free to laugh with me.

The truth of the matter is…

Wisdom’s Knocking: 
 
Sometimes true beauty is not recognized and appreciated upon first glance.

Constipated

Photo Credit: Hannah Cruz

     
     I feel like many folks out there are a bit emotionally constipated. It comes in degrees. 1--Being emotionally free with a heart fully open, 5--Feeling off emotionally and not able to fully express why, 10--Being "Let's bust out some hardcore emotional Metamucil, you might die of implosion...of the heart."

     For the artist, one tries to tap into the realm of mystery, poetry, painting, photography, songs, or hundreds of other outlets that might  help explain and express what our heart has a hard time articulating to our minds.

     But most of the time it's not a sentiment of love or joy that keeps us emotionally unavailable and emotionally constipated, it's our inability to let go. We have a hard time of letting go of control, of past hurts or offensives. We may smile when we see the person that stabbed us emotionally in the heart, but deep down inseide we've created a cage, with walls, and shackles, so that no one can come into that sacred place of love and trust to hurt us again.

    But this will not only keep us emotional detached from reality but also from the amazing and good things that come to us. We may be so wrapped up in our self-preservation and emotionally constipated fortress that we completey miss the blessing right in front of our eyes.

     If you feel emotionally constipated today, ask yourself why? It most likely has to do with an issue that is unresolved or out of your control. My advice, for the protection and vitality of your heart and emotions: Let it go. It will be resolved. And it will be taken care of. Last I checked, you didn't have the pressure of causing the sun to rise and set. And yet it does.


Wisdom's Knocking:

A key to becoming free from emotional constipation: Let crap go.