When in doubt…
31 Oct 2010 1 Comment
in Life's lessons Tags: church, doubt, reflection, writing
Do you ever just feel … Not enough. Like everyone you meet is prettier? thinner? sexier? smarter? And just plain better? Having one of those weeks. Self-Doubt is an ugly monster that rears its head when you think you’re doing fine. It likes to sneak up on you when you’re feeling good about yourself, your accomplishments, and your life.Or it makes you feel like when one thing goes wrong, everything else that happens is just a result of that catalyst… no?
Maybe its just me?
I suggested to my friend we go to church. For anyone who knows me, they know that’s completely NOT ME! I love God, but I’m just not into Church… but I like to go once every 3-5 years to check it out and you k now, remind myself I’m not a total heathen. Who knows, they say you don’t like church until you find a church you like … Ionno about alll of that, but I’m willing to make my pilgrimage to the church. It has been a few years since I’ve been.
Quotastical! 10/8/10
08 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
” 1 Universe, 9 planets, 204 countries, 809 islands, 7 seas, 6 billions people and I still met YOU”
That’s sweet. If I was into running game and using lines .. I’d so use that (because you know I’m a smooth operator, lol!!) Are there really more islands than countries though? And why didn’t they list the continents? I need to do some statistical checks on this quote! #cantletagoodthingbe
Phenomenal, that’s me!
06 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
This is how I felt today … I just kinda wanted to re-read this poem. I guess just an ode to awesomeness. Yup .. and that means you’re awesome too!
Phenomenal Woman – Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Don’t you feel just a little bit better?
