She was 17 days older than me. We grew up in the same house so that should tell you that we were pretty close. Our bond at that time was the epitome of cousins being your first best friend. Charlotte Theresa Woodley was the life of any party and everyone loved her. I don’t need to tell anyone of the kind of person she was because if your knew her, you already know. The last time we spoke, it ended with I love you. I won’t get to say it again except to the sky. I love you! I will see you soon.
When I was around 7 years old, this curly haired dude with a limp came into my life. In the summer, we had our morning trips to his cousins tavern, which was closed during the day, so he could either work or shoot the shit. Not sure which, but I was given quarters to play in the little arcade that was in there until it was time for us to go so I didn’t care. My mom, him and I took drives in a big old, green Lincoln to do weekly shops and stuff. He was into his cars. In fact..I got yelled at all the time when I would drive up home and my car would be the dirtiest thing ever. He was the closest thing to a father that I had since my biological father was never there. Even though we had our ups and downs, he still remained in my life after my mom and his relationship ended. (I question whether it REALLY ended most of the time. lol) He still kept up with me and called me on my birthday each year just to stay in touch. In a way, I took that for granted. I never thought he truly cared until recently when I was one of the first calls made to make me aware of being in the hospital due to COVID-19. Anyway…thank you for being in my life John L. Peoples. I will never get the chance to tell you that. Rest in Peace.
A few months ago before the craziness that we are now in, I went on a small shopping spree at the Shoppes of Atlanta. The past year, I have been trying not to purchase new make up simply because I would like to use up all of the items that I have. That didn’t stop me from stopping into The Cosmetics Store. It also didn’t stop me from buying two new favorites that I added to my already full makeup drawers. I know! I am my own enabler. 🙂
I have been wearing this lipstick and blush pairing regularly since I got them. The lipstick is by Mac and named Stay Curious. It is one of their Powder Kiss lipsticks. I absolutely love it. It came out early last year I believe, but since I was in a no buy mindset, I had no idea it existed. It has a matte look which is my favorite, but not drying. It’s a very flattering color and I imagine it would be flattering on any skin tone. I usually wear it with my chestnut lip liner but it’s really not necessary. I can just throw it on and it looks great.
The blush I purchased is by Becca. The color is Tigerlily. It’s gorgeous and luminous. I love blushed but just don’t go through them very quickly. Knowing that, I’m glad that I seem to be using this one a lot and can actually see an indentation from use. It almost makes me feel less guilty from purchasing it.
That’s just my rambled for today. Everyone…take care and stay safe and healthy.
Til next time…….
What a crazy time we are in right now. This is my place to get my thoughts out but right now, I just can’t even think straight.
This all just seems like a really bad horror film. I feel like every time I touch something, that error message pops into my head and I have to go scrub my hands.
I hope that you all are doing as ok as you can.
Til next time…..
OLD UNPOSTED POST. SO INTERESTING GIVEN MY RECENT EXPERIENCES.
I’ve read several articles/books/stories about friendship and they all mention a toxic friend. Now, I don’t think I’m the toxic friend, but lately I seem to be truly evaluating my existence as a friend. It may be because it’s the holiday season where everyone is more attentive than usual that I begin to wonder “What type of friend am I?”
If you can’t tell by this blog, I’m a bit of a loner. I have friends. I have great friends. I have friends that I have had for over twenty years. Most of the time, though, I like to be alone. After I leave work some nights, I don’t have a conversation with a single person other than myself…and I actually like it. Perhaps it’s because I spend a lot of my day talking to coworkers and customers giving and taking instructions. Dealing with issues and problems for eight to nine hours a day is draining. So often, when I leave, I just want peace and quiet. Because of this, I often don’t call or see my friends enough.
So I ask, Am I a bad friend? I’m always there for my friends. That is a given.
Wow! I have taken such a long break from my blog, but it’s been a crazy and hectic new year so far. Things have finally quieted down a little and this felt like the perfect moment to do an update. My life was thrown a pretty big curve ball in January.
If I thought the stress of last summer was getting to me, it was nothing compared to the beginning of this year. Long story short…my best friend and roommate, the person a consider my sister…attempted suicide. Depression is a serious thing! I’ve always known that, but until you have to deal with something like this, you will never know how bad it can be.
I knew she was “a little down” during the holidays. I put this in parenthesis because it was so much more serious than that. She had talked to me a little about it and I would try my best to give her encouraging words. Obviously it didn’t help. When a person has it in their head that all is lost, there’s not much you can do to defeat the negativity. Of course, I didn’t know how severe the situation was until January 2nd when the attempt was made. I thank God everyday that she was unsuccessful and that she came to her right mind to call someone for help! I don’t really want to go into details, but I’m so happy that she failed in each attempt.
At the time, the house was getting a little overhaul with paint so my mind was also preoccupied with other things. But all in all, I feel that I missed the signs. I should have asked more questions and checked in on her more regularly, but we are not your typical roommates. We don’t spend every day today and sometimes can go days without seeing or speaking. That was normal. We both like our space. So, the only thing that seemed out of the ordinary was how quiet she seemed. Normally, I could hear her television or music going in her room, but that month of December, it was just quiet. She just generally seemed disengaged. Also, she had stopped answering people’s calls. This isn’t really abnormal for her as she isn’t super attached to her phone, but we were planning a trip for Christmas and the day before…she just wouldn’t answer anyone’s call. I started asking if she was okay and if she needed anything and she would just say that she was sick. She had been having stomach issues. She also said she had the chills or flu like symptoms, which in hindsight I believe the negative thinking and depression had started to produce physical ailments. I’ve learned so much about depression in these last months and we’ve had to change up a few of our norms.
Now, I have to constantly check in with her. She was hospitalized for two weeks and now have a therapist and psychiatrist. I have to check her medications. I’ve tried to incorporate at least one night a week where we can sit down at the dinner table and eat and just generally catch up with things. I am trying not to be to intrusive and still allow her space…because she has insinuated her need for that BUT I also realize that I can’t give her the space that I once did. Since I am the person that is around her the most, I feel the most responsible for making sure that she is keeping up with her mental health and utilizing all of the coping mechanisms that she has been taught. It’s still a little stressful because this is a big change.
All I really want to say to everyone who may be dealing with something like this is to be aware. If your loved one is acting differently and just don’t seem to be engaged in communicating with your or just in life in general. Ask Questions! Keep Asking Questions! Keep checking on them even if it seems over the top. Get them help even when they tell you they don’t want it. Take them to the ER even though they may not want to go. Call for help. That’s all.
Til next time…….
There are two things that I took from my 9th grade Civics class. I know that was forever ago, but that just tells you that I learned something
Thing number one is a quote that was posted up on his black board with is: A person that thinks by the inch and talks by the yard should be kicked by the foot. This has followed me for many years and have given me pause before to think before speaking. So far..it’s worked for me.
Thing number two is the importance of exercising my right to vote. I have voted in almost every election since I turned 18. I want my voice to be heard even though sometimes I think it isn’t. It’s important. People died for that right! I won’t squander it even when things are looking bleak. I will still let my opinion know. I hope that you will too.
Talk to you all soon….
Whew! What a summer I’ve had. It was full of stress and eventually peace of mind. One of the big things that I did was finally sell my mother’s house.
I realize that I have been holding on to my mother’s house because it was one of the last remaining things that I could physically see and touch. I struggled with the decision because of that but in the end…I couldn’t afford to keep it. Not only that, but when I finally went back this summer, it just did not feel like hers anymore. The place needed a lot of work and when I walked in, I just couldn’t feel her presence there anymore. I know that is a weird thing to say, but it’s true. I knew almost instantly that I was ready to let go. So, it is done and I am at peace with the decision.
Also, I had not been getting my hair relaxed for the last two years. In my heart, I knew I didn’t really love that decision but I decided to give it a try. Well, my hair had been doing somewhat ok, but this summer it went crazy. It started falling out non-stop. Nothing I did was saving it or making it better. It was just hard to manage and take care of. Somedays, there were tears shed at the thought of having to even do it. I finally made the decision with the help of my hairdresser to put my relaxer back in and I felt so good after it was done! I felt like myself again.
So between selling my house and getting my hair situation, all is so much better than when July first hit. I’m ready for the holiday season!
Til next time….
After my mother passed away in 2004, I was so down that I just felt numb. I remember thinking at that time that I no longer cared what happened to me. My exact thoughts were “I could die tomorrow and I wouldn’t care.” I was numb to everything. It felt as if I were in a black hole and everything just was constantly swirling. My mind was swirling, my body even felt like it was moving in circles when I would lay down.
I had issues with feeling depressed before my mother passed away. I had even been temporarily put on medication. The reasons for my issues were always that I just didn’t feel happy.
About a month after I was put on anti-depressants, I went home to my mom and she asked why I was depressed. At the time, I probably told her that I didn’t know. I knew why I was. It’s the reason that I feel a lot of people are. Failure. I preface this next information with I knew my mother was very sick and I knew that my mother was going to pass away at some point sooner than later. After I told my mother about the antidepressants, my mother looked me in the eye and said “Sharon, I have a terminal illness. I’m going to die. I’m on anti-depressants. ” This was her way of pretty much telling me that I should not feel bad about my life. I’m sure she said more, but this was the main part that I remembered.
My point in writing this down is pretty much to remind myself that there will be better days. I have a lifetime ahead of me (hopefully). I have time to change the things that I’m not happy with and I just have to stay patient and keep powering through.
I’m not on medication. I still have down days and times where I just feel worthless and as if nothing will ever go my way. When I’m feeling like this, I always think of my mom and her words to me. So I take a break, gather my thoughts, take a deep breath and prepare for tomorrow.
Til next time…….
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This week, as I have been watching and reading bloggers and vloggers that I am subscribed to, I have been pulled into a dispute among some body positive creators. Now, I love this movement because I am all for it! I think that as long as you are happy and healthy, you should be able to look any way you choose. It has always bothered me that the health community try to put everyone in a bubble according to height and size. Not every 5’3 person is going to be 125 lbs or whatever weight that stupid chart tells them they should be. There are many facets to body shapes which are not conducive to that chart, but I digress.
Back to the subject at hand. There are so many parts of this cause that you can choose to be in. Everyone can pick a corner, a different corner, and still be pushing for the same end goal. It reminds me of the message in the movie School Daze which had the light skinned black people vs. the dark skinned black people. You are all black! In this regard, the 250 lb plus size person vs. the 400 lb plus size person, you are both plus sized! So, part of the argument was that someone felt that you couldn’t be body positive if you have decided to join weight watchers or Nutrisystem. First of all, no one knows the health situation of each individual. Maybe the person is joining to drop the pounds for health reasons, or maybe she just want to be the best person that she feels that she can be. The truth is, you don’t even have to be plus size to be a part of the body positive community. Body positivity means you an accept yourself and others no matter what their size is, correct? By saying that this person can’t have involvement with weight loss program and be body positive is like saying plus size person who enjoys exercising can’t be body positive. It’s a stereotype.
My point is…worry about the part of this cause that bothers you the most and let the other person worry about the part that bothers them the most. If you are anti diets, fine. Don’t focus on that part, but don’t try to tear down someone who is ok with.
Til next time…..