Peace To Sweet Brown...

New year, new shenanigans. Im a year older as of January 1st,and I feel it too. No, not the achiness of my right knee when I know its about to geddown outside. I mean mentally. Spiritually. I somehow feel like a new woman . I used to worry about so much. I  let so much bother me and I let a lot get by that never should have made it to the light of day. Eff that. When my childhood friend of 30 years passed away suddenly in October ,then immediately after another member of our crew announced a terminal illness,I said enough is enough. Ive spent enough time in this rut. Always in fear of whats next. Dealing with foolish negros and their antics because Im bored or lonely, or both. Content (somehow) with not being happy. In the words of my favorite blue eyed soul duo, I cant go for that. I try my best to be  good to others, especially those that are good to me. To be a good mother to my little one. To acknowledge that I too deserve happiness and settling is , to quote King Joffrey Jofer, "beneath me". 36 year old me wants to experience the good side of life like never before. I need a vacation. I want to learn how to DJ. Continue to write and hopefully inspire someone, somehow. Embark on a career as a comedy writer. Try full figured modeling.Aside from pushing me onto Marcus James' porch for my first kiss, my homegirl's departure from this life pushed me to go for the gaddamn gusto. To smile,thank God, and kiss my baby when I wake up. To be comfortable in my own skin with no apologies. I could look at my issues and complain, but aint nobody got time for that!!