Mmmmm thinking about coffee makes me smile..
Thinking about coffee already has my mind at rest…
It’s no secret I love my coffee
and
I like my man like I like my coffee?
Light & Sweet..
Mmmmm thinking about coffee makes me smile..
Thinking about coffee already has my mind at rest…
It’s no secret I love my coffee
and
I like my man like I like my coffee?
Light & Sweet..

Taking that first step is scary, but how do you know if you can take another step unless you take the first one? When we are little we are brave, because there was always someone there to hold onto and encourage use to get up when we fall.
Times moves on as does our speed and a no fear policy. We climb anything from our cribs so we could be free to run. To tables, wall units, and dressers that holds an object we couldn’t see while we was sitting on the floor.
Once we learned how to flip or catch a ball look out, because we are on the move. True our parents may now yell at us to go outside if we want to enjoy these new steps we are making.
We learn to work as a team. Win or lose we are taking more steps everyday.
Along the way we come across an idea we enjoy and either work to make it stronger or we let it die. My question which steps are you going to take? Steps to set your dreams free or steps to run away?
The
End!!

Once again I am wondering about people and why they are curious about my stuff? First, it was my umbrella, and now it’s my bags. I’ve been called the bag lady. I know they are not meaning it to be cruel, but as a joke. It comes out hurtful to me.
When ones thinks of a bag lady, one thinks of a person who carries everything she owns in bags, and bags everywhere she goes. True, I lost my apartment, and had to move in with family. So I have a place to stay and I am Not carrying everything I own around. Yes it’s true I do like bags and have a few. I carry a bag for different reasons rather going to the store, because I like to eat or going to the laundromat, because I also like clean cothes. I also have lunchbox or two, because I like it to match my outfit. In the end, “I am not a bag lady,” because I carry a bag or two.
I smile and calmly say, “Since I don’t have a car I need a bag to carry my personal items. I crochet as much as I can (it’s my side money and it’s what I do) and one can’t crochet all the time, so it’s good to have a book on hand. If anyone has ever been on public transportation, one needs something to do or some fool will try and talk to you.
Then if I’m going to service after work, yes I will have a change of clothes, and yes they will be in a bag. Not everyone has the options to be picked up from their home and wear real clothes to church. I’m like I want to be cute too and I will be rather they like it or not.
Then I realized I’m repeating myself and I stop talking. I will have to let the “New Yorker” out just a little and ignore people who only see what they want to see, because you don’t know me. I am laughing, because a surprise shopping trip I already have a bag. While I can put everything in one bag, you have to carry more, so who’s the smart one?
The
End!!!!

Awaken early and trying to decide rather I’m going to try and close my eyes again. Laughing, because once my mind gets to a thinking – there’s no going back to Dreamland.
Today has already started out to be different and I see my “true” self trying to return. I normally get my phone going through my Facebook post, turning a game on, and the TV as well. A typical early day.
Not today, because of the people on my page. A simple question: Did you listen to this song in the church you grew up in? I may have come to my enlightening some 30 years later (and grateful for the day I found Jesus) and learned of the song then. The second post was actually from some of the singers, (of my church) singing among themselves, but it reminded me of who I am.
Smiling as I got up turned on my gospel music as I listen to words keeping with my faith as I start a light cleaning project. I haven’t spent time working on what’s important to me. From my blog, another book, crochet projects, walking and dancing for my health. I can’t be a better me, if I keep working paycheck to paycheck and NEVER getting ahead.
I keep telling the youth to find a dream and set it free, because working paycheck to paycheck may pay the bills, (somewhat) but are you “Happy?” I need to slow down and take my own advice a.k.a why I am not pl
aying a game. I am more than what people see and it’s time to Shine….
Look out World Mz. Lisa is taking that step to be free and Happy!!!!
The
End!
Working out at home sounds like a good thing to do.
You look up the right routine for the amount of time you have to actually work out.
You have on your new workout clothes –
(who says you can’t be cute when you get back to a better you).
You got the space you are going to need to move
and the music ready to be turned on.
One, two, and –
This would work if only you was home alone.
Who would think an animal or a small child would like to do what you are doing,
and doing it in the same space you are trying to do lunges in.
“I’ll try again tomorrow when everyone is asleep or behind another door.” You say out loud as you put away your yoga mate and shake your head.
What should have taken twenty minutes to get back to the person you was before little the feet in your house. It has taken you fifteen minutes to realize you need to figure out how to workout alone.
The
End!

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