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Living My Best Life Pt. 3

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Day 3 of Fasting...

I spent the day with my 9-year old Godson at Coney Island. Whew! I'm beat! Ha. Kids sure know how to wear you out. They also bring immense joy into your day/life, even on the days when you don't feel like getting out of bed, even when you want to "call out black" from work, even when your kidneys are struggling and your ovaries are screaming. Yes, I went there! The joy I felt when I saw his wide-open smile as we flew through the drizzling rain on a ride at Luna Park was the best kind of self-care a militant, angry black woman could ask for.

Today, fasting wasn't difficult. There were moments when I wished I could indulge in that bag of cookies or an order of fries from Nathan's. I wearily walked past my bottle of bourbon at home with the most disgruntled and powerless expression. I still miss my vices, but I'm okay. Spending time with my Godchild helped me formulate today's expectation:

I expect a God-ordained partnership. A partner in crime. A partner in the struggle. A partner in the building and creating. A partner in discovering life's beauty. In every facet of my life, I expect a partner. I am extremely independent, almost to a fault, and I have trouble expressing desires for companionship, romantic and platonic. Asking for help used to make my stomach curl. As I mature and step into myself, I'm learning to set ego aside and open up to the possibilities of partnership and it's many benefits. Sometimes, you need a God-sent partner to road-trip with you cross country from your passion to your placement. I expect to be molded into the caliber of partner that I seek in my love life, my work life, and in my friendships.

So. Let's review:

7/5/16 - I am expecting a bridge (to carry me from my passion to my placement)
7/6/16 - I am expecting an action plan (to discover or create a plan for building that bridge)
7/7/16 - I am expecting a God-ordained partnership

I have a passion. I'm expecting a plan and a partner(s) to help me build a bridge to carry me to my placement

Be well, folks, and remember to take care of yourselves during times of turmoil.





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