As I sit waiting on my parents for a doctor’s appointment with my dad and look at the stately sassy, senior named Blanche waiting on someone to meet her for an appointment, and as she twiddles her feet with the worn look of decades of life on her face, a smile and age-old elegance and dignity still shines through despite the wheelchair which holds her and the reason which might have changed her way of life. I don’t know Blanche from Adam. I don’t know her story, but I do know that, from the looks of things, she is still hanging in there. Her hair is coiffed to perfection. Her wrinkles are rouged ever so correctly. Her matching leisure wear is matching her cute shoes and neutral handbag. She has decided to show up, in spite of the reasons which have caused her to be here.
So, to you I say, take a page out of the Book of Blanche and hang in there. Now is not the time to get bitter, become a cynic, doubt God, fall out with your faith (i.e the church), blame God for the actions of people, turn to unhealthy and unproductive coping mechanisms, get out of character, get out of line with people sent or meant to help you ( whether the can or not), think you’re being punished, think things won’t get better, lose sleep, bite your lips or fingertips, nervously twist your hair to no end (literally), or QUIT.
You’re in it now, my loves. Through the pain, frustrations, disappointment, embarrassment, financial struggles, fear, or unfulfilled desires for you and yours, again, take a cue from Blanche and sit back, twiddle your feet, put your best face on, and hang in there. @AngelaMichele316
Rarely comes the opportunity to WOW me with cuisine, ambiance, tastiness, coziness, elegance, newness and feeling far from home while being right in my figurative backyard all at the same time. I felt that and then some during in impromptu Girls Night Out because it’s pay day and been a long week experience while dining at Galley and Garden. The stately restaurant is located in the heart of Birmingham’s Highlands district and is a sight to behold upon approach. The building is simply beautiful. The staff is engaging, attentive and so very knowledgeable about their offerings. The menu is one which might stretch your palate and your pocketbook, but it will be worth every single drop and every single dime, even if you have to tilt the bowl of ice cream over to enjoy the last of its cool, tongue-tingling, lusciousness.
The beauty of life is that it goes on. No matter where you are, or what you’ve faced… be it death, divorce, sickness, setbacks, mess or mistakes as long as you’re still living there’s still LIFE left to LIVE. Like, for real. There is still life left to live.
Sometimes the world’s view, our thoughts, our circumstances, the media and generational mindsets might try to convince us that our worst days were God’s final curtain call. That is the furthest thing from the truth! The show must, will and can go on and get better! So can you. You simply have to choose life daily despite your circumstances. In fact, it’s from those unbelievable, heart-wrenching, unwanted, uncomfortable, and downright unfair trials of life that our God shines, and allows that same shine on you and through you for the world to see allowing you to grow and glow at the same time. He’s that GOOD! And the icing on the proverbial triple chocolate, seven-layer, mega-moist, and surprisingly low-calorie cake is that you don’t have to wait for the pain or the process to be over before you live. You can can live life as if it were its BEST even on its way to becoming just that.
I hope my ex wins the lottery. I do. I really do. Call me crazy or call me comical, but I’m so very serious. Let me clear this quickly before I proceed. I have many exes. (Hey now, don’t judge.) So I’m not singling anyone out. This is for every, single one of them.
I have an ex-husband, whom I am still connected to through final divorce decrees, and the spiritual children we share. While we haven’t spoken in years, I’m not sure of his stance on playing the Powerball, but I do still want him blessed because at one time we were connected and are still connected due to the aforementioned important matters and people. I also have ex-boyfriends and ex-“We don’t know what we called ourselves” whom, some of them, I gratefully call friend. (Hey, y’all, as you read this blog). Honey, I KNOW their stance on the Powerball, Mega Millions…