In Case you missed the S on My Chest…

I was Waiting on Superman, but he was running late and got upstaged by Wonderwoman who I almost didn’t recognize because she was half-naked and ready for the runway…

Not to mention she forgot her cape; she told me something about it being dirty and in the dry cleaners, so she had to borrow mines. And since I’m always busy trying to: save the world, cook, clean, break up petty fights, set things straight, working, verbally and emotionally supporting others, wiping the tears of others, convincing others that my family and I are worthy of a better life while still trying to pave a way for others to follow so it won’t be as difficult for them to get or have opportunities; I just so happened to have a spare cape that she could use because my other 9 were in the dry cleaners too.

She looked me up and down, and then asked what would I do without my last clean cape on hand. What if someone needs me??? I then opened my shirt revealing the capital (S) etched into my flesh, centered at the very middle of my chest. I said, “Lately, most people don’t recognize me as Superwoman, Supermom, Super-wife, super daughter or the like… They see me as Super-tired and frustrated, Super burnt out, Super angry, super weary…” Before I could finish my little rant, Superman finally arrived super-duper late and he wasn’t even in costume.

He looked a mess, he was unshaven in tattered pajamas with socks and slippers on. Shortly after, he started to list his excuses as to why he was running late, I grew Super bored, and closed the door in his face; while at the same time Wonderwoman continued to query me some more. I began to wonder why she was even there. I gently pushed her out of the door, and out of my way. I snatched my cape back, decided to handle my own and took flight, for way too much time had been wasted on simply trying to get someone else’s help and assistance.

Was I tired, frustrated and angry? Yes… Does that mean I should stop to complain or give-up? Heck No…
And although I may appear to be tired or worn out. I’m not… So Just In case you’re confused about the S etched across my chest it stands for: Super Sexy and all of the above and more. I’m ready to Save them… How about you? And Should you ever need an extra cape, I have one waiting.

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To Thy Own Self Be True…

There are various times in our lives where we hide behind the lies we live by. Therefore, our lives are no longer life; they become routine, or this comfortable regimen that we’ve created. When this happens we are no longer ourselves, we’re this character in a story waiting to be re-written, waiting for the next plot to happen. Life is all but too short for this. How do we break this routine? What is this routine where we find ourselves swimming in this Bermuda Triangle like life with no land in sight? Where have our dreams and desires gone, and most importantly how do we get them back?

You gotta dig deep within, and don’t be afraid of what you find in the rough lurking in the darkest corners of your soul. Sometimes you just have to let some things that you’ve been lugging around go. Sometimes it’s this false sense of security that’s holding us back from moving forward; as though we’re not ready for our own personalized joy and happiness that comes with life… How and why so many of us are afraid of success puzzles me to this very moment. Who other than your own creator knows you better than you know yourself. Know when to push, when to walk away, when to stay, when to run as fast as you can to or back, when to cry, when it’s time to apologize, when it’s time to hide, but most importantly know when it’s time to be you.

To Thy Own self Be True…. Only you can uncover you.. Ask yourself, “What makes me tick? Where am I my happiest? What am I really good at?” As always, LIKE, SHARE, and feel free to comment…