Surprised & Cancelled



     Ugh. I just found out that one of the shows I actually loved to watch and DVR'd regularly was cancelled back in the fall of 2010.

    Mind you, I fall in love with the most random of shows, but this show seemed to be mainstream enough to last a few more seasons. But after four seasons, this show was snuffed out, leaving us fans without a true series finale. Wack.

     There are special ingredients that get me hooked on a particular television show. Writing is key and of course a vibrant ensemble cast. Mix in a little bit of cinemagic and great comedy and I'm yours.

     The show that did all of that for me, was a short lived sitcom, featuring Jordana Spiro, and an amazing group of comedians and actors, titled, "My Boys" on TBS. I somehow connected strongly with Jordana's character, "P.J. Franklin", for a variety of reason, of which I might explore further in future blog posts.



     But now, I'm relegated to Netflixing (Or buying) my now deceased sitcom to try and relive those funny and honest moments and story lines, as if they were brand new. So sad.



Wisdom's Knocking:

Enjoy it while it lasts.


Soft Giants

     Photo Credit: Joel Stephens

     It feels good to not have a crush on someone. Wait. Let me start that sentence again. It feels good to not have a crush on someone who isn't a jerk. Okay. Let me try that again. It feels good to have a crush on someone and have complete peace. Did you see all the grammar trickery I just tried to pulled on you right now?

     Needless to say, I've been looking at the character of the men folk around me. You know my recent post about Gentlemen? It was inspired by several men in my life. But there's one in particular that I'm paying close attention to. I'm just watchin'. I'm just peepin'. Nothing  major. You don't have to text me just yet. But it is June. And I think someone may want to ask me out on a date before this month is through...


Wisdom's Knocking:

While others may get excited about the misleading shine of a cubic zirconia, remember to pay attention to the diamond in the rough.



Super and Strong

Super 8

     Yesterday, I saw "Super 8", and today, I finally saw "Thor". Needless to say, I'm in an interesting state of mind as a result of watching these two epic themed story lines played out before my eyes--with brilliant sound, I might add.

     The timing involving me seeing these movies was pretty much perfect. The themes and tones of both movies matched my current life's predicament: "How to make good on one's destiny when the road you thought you were going to travel somehow disappears..." 

     "Super 8" had the heart of my journey, while "Thor" pushed me and challenged me to put my heart to action.



     A couple blog posts back ("Blur, Blur, Focus."), I wrote about my frustration with finding vocational focus at this point in my life. I'm not so much hungry for a career as I am in pouring out my creativity into a funnel for use. But perhaps that looks like an actual career. Of which I'm realizing I don't have to be afraid 

     The scary part for me doesn't rest in having a lack of success. But in the fact that there are now so many open doors for me, that any door I choose could be a winner. So which door do I choose? Oddly enough, the choice is mine. And that reality is extremely liberating and down right terrifying.

     God has been so gracious to me thus far. Why would I begin to see an end to such grace, while stepping out into the unknown.

     And what is in your heart to do, Patrice? I have been asked that question almost countless times this year. It's June, and focus is juuuuust beginning to form a picture for me to grasp.

     I'm ready again for adventure. My heart for storytelling through the medium of film is slowly being awakened in me, like a large giant. My heart for the artists behind those stories that we love also move me, perhaps into the realm of talent managing, but as I type that last sentence, I know managing artists would not suffice the lighthouse signal beaming within me to tell stories amidst a community of other artists.

     I've made a promise to myself this year: That I would tell myself stories everyday. I wanted to practice telling my stories, from my own heart, for my own heart. And of course, I wanted to see if anyone else would listen and relate to my silly little stories. That's how this blog transformed into what it is now.

     As much as I love variety in my life and fear getting locked into one vocation or career that may shut out all other options. In my heart of hearts, I know that my heart's true and strong passion will fuel energy and invite open doors to those underlying passions as well.


     So now, there are new steps to take...


Wisdom's Knocking:

Don't wait to do what you love, start doing it now.


Gentlemen, Take Note


     I have a group of select guy friends that truly know how to treat a lady. And the wonderful thing is, you don't have to date them to get the royal treatment.

Yes, you can open the door for me.

     See, when I get around this particular group of guys, I know that I never have to worry about having money on me, because they always take care of everything.

Yes, you can carry my heavy bags for me.

     With this particular group of guys, I never have to worry about a door slamming in my face, because they are the first to open the door and the last to go through.

Yes, you can intently listen to me as I share the concerns of my heart.

     And yes, these fellas even remember to walk closest to the street while we stroll down the sidewalk.

Yes, you can beat someone up on my behalf if my safety is threatened.

     As you can see, I always get taken care of with this particular group of guys. I honestly feel as though I want for nothing. It's an amazing feeling.

     It's not a notion of me perceiving myself as a weakling or less than in the company of such men. On the contrary, it's simply the language of being cherished and considered and honored in recognizable and tangible ways, yes even as a friend.

     There are so many different scenarios in which we as females get dissed on a daily basis--Or hollered at from a street corner. It's just so refreshing to be treated with love, respect, and honor.

     Once the Gentlemen Gene develops (Sometimes by subtle female influence...) and truly takes root, becoming ingrained in a guy, it's a beautiful, beautiful thing.

     And for the ladies, I hope you are around to enjoy the fruit of such maturity in your male friendships. Every girl deserves to be treated like a jewel.  Don't let the nice guys in your life finish last. Know that there is big potential there. And I hope you'll be around to see it fully develop.

And yes, a true Gentleman has swagger. And isn't afraid to use it.


Wisdom's Knocking:

All men are not dogs.

Love Is and Time Was and Thick as Thieves



     I've been blessed to have some amazing friends in my life, but one friend in particular has loved me in my most awkward stages of life.

     We met in junior high, but became besties in high school. And she is one of my closest friends to date. She is truly like a sister to me and understands my "artist" tendencies and personality.

     Our friendship is just so comfortable, effortless, and life giving.

     And now, my sister-friend is a wife and a mother, and yet her identity and heart transcends all of those titles. Being in friendship with her and seeing how she walks out the "dailies" (Day to day life), is nothing short of witnessing a miracle and the kindness of God.

     We all need to gain history with just one person, with just one friend that knows us and gets us. Someone who can stand us when we're not cool and don't have it all together. Someone that can teach us a thing or two about humility.

     A friend that will brag about you to their friends and just sit with you in the silence. Maria is definitely that friend to me.




Wisdom's Knocking:

Take the time to allow someone into your life. It may prove far more meaningful tomorrow than today.