Missing Her, Her, Her and Her…

Good morning everybody! Sorry for the lapse in time between entries. I’ve been meaning to write more often but life has been getting in the way. I would say it won’t happen again, but would you really believe me? Exactly. Let’s get into today’s topic…

Now, I know you read the title and automatically thought that I was gonna blather on about 4 random women in my life that I have feelings for. You’re partially right! I find myself waking up every morning a touch saddened that I’m not able to see these 3 certain women as much as I want. The fourth woman I wouldn’t so much say I wish I could see her as much as I want, but I definitely do wish our relationship was different. Let me explain…

The first woman is my best friend. She’s been there to support me through some really dark times over the past few years and I hate that we don’t get to hang out as much as I would like. I might see my bestest once every other week. We talk on the phone on a somewhat regular basis, but I HATE talking on the phone so that doesn’t even count in my world. If I could have my way, I would like to see my best friend at least 3 times a week. Why, you ask? It’s rare that I meet people that I have so much in common with that we can almost finish each other’s thoughts. My best friend is only the second person that has come into my life that I have that kind of connection with. Most of our communication is non-verbal. Plus, if you know me, you know that I always feel like I’m on stage when I’m around people. Like I always have to put on a facade and be the witty, entertaining person that everyone else knows and loves. I don’t mind that because I’m a natural entertainer, I like to make sure everybody else is in a good mood and having fun. But there are instances when I need to take some time off and just be me. My best friend is one of 2 people in my life that I can do that with. I don’t have to be the center of attention with her. She’s perfectly fine with me just sitting in the room with her, quietly. She doesn’t ask me every five minutes if I’m okay or if something is bothering me. I love that! Hell, I need that at times…

The second woman is almost a carbon copy of my best friend. There are some similarities in their roles in my life but also some drastic differences. She inspires me to allow my greatness out. She puts a smile on my face with the simplest of things, a text message. She came and sat with me in the hospital when I was scared to death of being by myself. That is HUGE to me! Out of the 4 women I miss, I actually see her the most.

Now, the next 2 are kinda complicated. They’re both my mother, but they are 2 different people. Just read, hopefully it’ll make sense…

The third woman is my mother. For obviously reasons, I miss my mother. We live in 2 different cities, we barely talk on the phone because our schedules don’t match up well enough to accommodate regular phone conversations, plus there’s my whole hatred for talking on the phone. Once again, this is a woman that was there for me through a dark patch of time in my life. That means a lot to me. I draw people like that closer to me because I know I’m not the easiest person to love, especially when shit is not going my way. So anybody that chooses to stick it out with me, I can’t help but love them for the rest of my life. My mother might be the one person that could get me to move back to Missouri. And I think she knows it! There was a point in time when she asked at least once a week. And I almost caved in…

The fourth woman is my mother. This is a different person from the lady mentioned above. As I said earlier, I don’t wish I could see her more, I wish our relationship was different (read better). You would think my connection to someone that is largely responsible for me being here would be unbreakable. Hell, you would think that the connection would exist. That’s entirely true. We do have a connection; it’s just not as strong as expected. Or at least, not as strong as I would prefer. I’m not saying I want us to be like best friends. I already had one parental best friend, not really up for another one. But I think our relationship could stand to have more interaction besides my infrequent and uncomfortable visits for holidays.

These women aren’t missed in any particular order. They’re all equally important to me in their own way. Until next time, peace and love…

Today’s Reflection – 4/2/11

First and foremost, happy April! know I promised to write more, then turned around and continued to ignore my…. 4 or 5 readers (that’s a joke). I’m sorry guys. My life is kinda all over the place right now, so its hard to find time to sit down and share with you all. But let’s get on with today’s ramblings. Bare with me, I have a lot on my mind so I’m going to try and touch on all of it in this one entry…

First, I once again find myself under attack by my nemesis, Writer’s Block. Every bout I have with this dreaded affliction scares me more than the last one. I think it’s because as I’m getting older, these creative brain freezes are occurring more and more. Plus, it never feels like I have Writer’s Block. I’m always tweeking something I’ve written, rewriting someone else’s work or working on one of my many unfinished pieces. It doesn’t hit me until I try to write something new and original. I’ve said this numerous times before; I identify myself in several different ways, some of them I’m not exactly proud of, but being a poet/songwriter is the one that shines light on my dark soul. And it truly and honestly scare the shit out of me when I can’t showcase that God-given talent. Everyone that knows me knows that I’ve had dreams of being a grandfather, sitting around dropping verses on my grandkids in between naps and episodes of Matlock. Writer’s Block makes me think that that dream might not come true and I hate that. I love being a writer so much, that I’m actually jealous of my friends that are writers and are able to write whenever they want. I could literally do without everything else in my life if I was able to write the way I want to.

Second, I got this old man at my job that I swear to God I’m gonna have to put my hands on! I’m not a (completely) evil person and I try to show people respect until given a reason not to. With that being said, this old man has found a way to move into the #2 slot on my hitlist (only a select few know who #1 is). That is an amazing accomplishment, especially when you consider that I’ve only been working with him for 4 weeks and the first 2 weeks he was okay! How the hell do you rub somebody the wrong way in 14 damn days?! It sounds completely unfathomable! But he found a way to accomplish it, kudos to him. Now somebody tell him to avoid me like the Black Plague, because I’m sure to bring certain death if he doesn’t. Let me tell y’all what he does. I work in the men’s shoe department at Macy’s, and I work on commission. So this old man’s first crime is that he’s a shark, he steals sales. And if you stealing my sales, you stealing my money. Strike one. Like everybody else, he’s had a hard life. But unlike everybody else, he refuses to take responsibility for what happened. That’s not enough to dislike person, but the fact that I’ve heard his life story so many damn times over the past 28 days is! This old bastard tells his life story at the drop of the hat to anybody (whethere they’ll listen or not) all damn day, every damn day! Strike two. If that wasn’t enough, he’s one of those old people that’s under the delusion that he deserves your respect purely because he’s old. Where they do that shit at?! Age is not an automatic qualifier for respect. Respect is though! He believes he should get to take a break whenever he wants just because of his age. I’m fine with him not being around. But if you say you’re gonna take a break, take a damn break! Don’t stand around complaining about needing a break but not do anything about it. Either go or shut the fuck up! And he likes to talk down to people because he’s older than them. Age does not qualify you to be my superior, especially when we have the same title and I made it there with less formal education than you and in half the damn time! And he doesn’t know how to control the volume of his voice. I shouldn’t be able to hear your side of a conversation from 75-100 feet away! There’s no need to be that damn loud! Inside voices are for where? Inside asshole, so use it! Strike three.

Third, I don’t know how many of you are single. I have even less of an idea of how many of you are happy being single. But I’m here to tell you, I HATE THIS SHIT! Let me clarify, I am content with my life as a whole. I’ve never been to jail, I don’t have a bunch of kids running around, I’m gainfully employed, I dress nice, I’m intelligent and reasonably good looking. I don’t really have a lot to complain about. But I’m a hopeless romantic, so the one thing that’s missing on that list is one that carries quite a bit of weight. I dare to say that it just about carries the most weight. And we’re entering the time of the year that being single is magnified in my mind. Spring is the time of the year for love, but it looks like I’ll be a spectator this year. Again. That’s not to say I don’t have my romantic encounters, I do. But my list of porsective love interests isn’t exactly what I’ve been used to. Maybe I’m asking for too much of myself.

For all intense purposes, I’m damaged goods in the romantic sense and I’m not just referring to the whole melodrama that partially played out in this blog. Let me start from the beginning. First off, I’m really shy. While I’m not completely hampered by my shyness (unlike most shy guys, I can talk to women that I’m attracted to), it does hinder me from approaching and interacting with women in a way that best reflects my true intentions. I either end up in one of 2 places: the friend zone or the booty call list. While neither of those is completely horrible, sometimes that just isn’t where I wanna be. Secondly, while I’m not the worst man running around town, I’m definitely not the best. I’m somewhat shallow, fickle at times, pretentious, picky, selfish, a little conceited and I’m a world-class asshole. In other words, I’m a full-time job with mandatory overtime. I offer a lot of great benefits, but you’re gonna have to work your ass off. It’s gonna take an exceptional woman to deal with me and I have yet to meet one that is up to the task, as well as willing and available to take it on. Let me explain that. I have met women that think they are equipped to deal with me on a romantic level and I’ve met women that I feel are capable of doing it but they’re unable to commit to me, for one reason or another. And that brings me to my third point. I have a pretty bad track record when it comes to relationships. As much as I would like to break down and tell my horror stories, I’m not completely comfortable doing so at this time.

My best friend tells me that I need to be patient and that it’ll happen when its time, but I just don’t see it. Plus, as she loves to tell me everyday, I’m kinda long in the tooth. Time isn’t standing still, waiting on me to find a woman to spend my life with. Plus, I’m really impatient! How long do I have to wait? Damn…

Well, that’s pretty much all I feel like sharing right now. Maybe I’ll write another entry tonight or tomorrow morning or the day after or…

Today’s Reflection – 3/26/11

Hello again! The last 24 hours of my life have been…. interesting. And because of the insanity that has ensued, I felt compelled to share it with all of you. Yesterday seemed like a normal day. I woke up, worked on some music & went to work. Little did I know the emotional hilarity that was waiting for me once I got off.

After I got off of work, I found myself missing a certain somebody. No, it wasn’t who you think. Like I said in my last entry, I no longer look at her like that. Romantic osmosis at its finest. But back to the story. Since I couldn’t see the person I wanted to see, I figured I might as well get in traffic and find something to do with my night. That was an epic failure, since I all could think to do was go get something to eat and return home to watch Sportscenter. Fun night, huh? As Sportscenter was beginning to lull me to sleep, I noticed a post on Facebook that caught my attention. I decided to contact this person to see if I could get some late night entertainment. Because of the “history” we have, this person misread my intentions in contacting them. Now, while my intentions were purely carnal, I have a feeling that this woman assumed there was more to it.

This gave my life pause. Just a month ago, this very same woman made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t interested in me romantically. She insisted that I shouldn’t want her in that way. She presented a very compelling & convincing argument. So now that I’ve decided to adopt her philosophy on us being together, has she changed her mind? Maybe she doesn’t believe that I could get over her so easily. Or has she changed her way of thinking and doesn’t know how to express that without losing face?

What’s the accepted protocol for when someone loses interest in you? Do you continue on with life as if nothing happened? Does your interest in that person spike because their interest in you has plummeted? Should you question your romantic prowess because you couldn’t keep an admirer interested?

The End…

This is the first blog entry that I am writing on my Android cell phone. If this goes well, I may start blogging more often while I’m on the go. But on to the topic of today’s entry…

If you have been following along, you should remember the saga that is known as “The Woman of My…” and the emotional rollercoaster I put myself on when it comes to her. Well kids, that feels as if it has ran it’s course. It was great fun (sarcasm) while it lasted and I would love to do it again (not really). I know what you’re thinking, “He was just professing his love a month or so ago, what happened?” That’s just it, nothing happened. I’m not saying that I expected her to drop everything and run into my arms like Scarlett O’Hara did in Gone With the Wind. She’s not that type of woman and our relationship wasn’t like that. That might have been the problem though. I am quite possibly the single-most romantic, gushy, sappy love song loving, wish my life was a romantic comedy (gotta have some laughs in between all the love and angst) people I know. “The Woman of My…” is not. Or at least she’s not when it comes to me. And we have all experienced unrequited love before. It might be the purest, and therefore the rarest, type of romantic love known to man; but that shit is no fucking fun if you’re on the unreciprocated end. Everyone loves to be chased but how many of us would do the chasing, knowing that we’ll never snare our prey? Exactly, none of us would. So I have made a conscious decision to stand down. Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t still have very strong feelings for this woman because I do. This simply means that her level of disinterest have rubbed off on me. Let’s just call it romantic osmosis. Lets face it, a person can only bang their head against a brick wall for so long before they either realize its futile and stop or develop serious brain damage. The same can be said for throwing your heart into Love’s Blender. You’re either gonna learn the lesson or end up with a destroyed heart. I’m simply choosing the former so I can forgo the latter. I was asked by someone if this end of Wile E. Coyete-esque pursuit meant that I wouldn’t accept “The Woman of My…” if she ever turned the tide on me. I honestly don’t know. I would think that if (and that’s one gigantic if) she were to ever become interested in me and I was single, that I would jump at the opportunity. The operative word in that sentence is think. In my heart and soul, I know she has made up her mind about her level of romantic interest or disinterest in me. I know it would take an act of God, a true miracle and quite possibly a papal decree for her to develop an inkling of the type of feelings I had for her. And I’m completely okay with that! Life moves on…

For most people and situations similar to mine, an end to the pursuit would be followed by an extended period of either self-deprecation or self-destructiveness. I guess its a good thing I’m different from most people. Its even better that my situation is not of the garden variety. But in the meantime, I’ll keep writing songs, quite possibly some poetry and continue loving me! Peace and love…

Song Writing Process

I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting my blog lately. I told myself I was gonna make a more concerted effort to write a new entry on a regular basis, I even downloaded the WordPress mobile app onto my phone. But there’s so much going on in my life, that this blog somehow slips through the cracks. I’m truly sorry about that. But back to the topic….

I’ve never let anyone in how my whole songwriting process works… until now. Most songwriters are able to churn out a decent song in a day, a good song in a week and greatness takes a little longer. And, of course, there are those instances when we catch lightning in a bottle. For most songs that I write (especially if the topic doesn’t touch too close to home), I hammer them out within a 24 hour period. But when I try to touch on those emotional subjects that I hold near and dear, I slow my process all the way down. The reason I do this is because I want anything that comes from personal experiences and emotions to evoke a similar emotion in the listener. I need those emotional songs to be great because I feel those are what builds a legacy. Anybody can write words. There are a lot of people that make music. But there’s a select few that are so great at their craft, that they can reach out and touch you through their music. I want to be known as one of great musicians/songwriters. I want people to tell their kids about songs that I wrote or performed. Not so much because I want to be famous, I could do without the fame. I want to know that my legacy will live on in some form long after I have left this world. But this desire to make my songs incredible comes at a price. That pursuit for perfection leads me to overanalyze every individual part of my songs to the point that I can’t ever call them complete. Songs that I have deemed “finished” are still subject to being proofread, tweaked, adjusted and in some cases, completely re-written in attempt of reaching the desired goal. I’m getting better about it though. I’m starting to trust that my ability to insert my emotions in my writing moreso than the technical aspect of composing. Its a process. Previously, I would post new songs on FB in an attempt to get a feel for how the lyrics themselves are interpreted and felt by a sample of the public. But now that I’m so close to recording this album/mixtape, I’m not sure what I can do to get that type of reading. I’ve tried letting my close friends read my lyrics, but I’m never sure if their responses are totally honest or if they’re just being nice because we’re friends. I guess I’ll see what the world has to say once I put it out there. Wish me luck…

Ladies… A Must-Read Just For Y’all…

I was recently asked why I post so many entries that seemed to be aimed at women. Well… I have a lot of female friends, both on this website and in real life and I’m not a huge fan of seeing anybody I’m friends with be hurt. So I try to give honest advice from a man’s perspective. Hopefully it helps. With that being said, here’s some more “Pearls of Wisdom”

1. All men are NOT dogs. Don’t judge us by our worst specimens.
2. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn’t want you, nothing can make him stay.
3. Don’t settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.
4. Don’t fully commit to a man who doesn’t give you everything that you need.
5. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that’s not meant to be.
6. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.
7. Don’t stay because you think it will get better. You’ll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.
8. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition to save you from heartache.
9. Make him miss you sometimes. When a man always knows where you are, and you’re always readily available to him, he takes it for granted.
10. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.
11. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. You cannot change a man’s behavior. Change comes from within.
12. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then HELL no, you can’t be friends. A friend wouldn’t mistreat a friend.
13. Avoid men who’ve got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn’t marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?
14. Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Keep him in your radar but get to know others.
15. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up.
16. Never borrow someone else’s man. If he cheated with you, he’ll cheat on you.
17. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.
18. You should not be the one doing all the bending, compromise is a two-way street.
19. You need time to heal between relationships. There is nothing cute about baggage, deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.
20. Dating is fun. Even if he doesn’t turn out to be Mr. Right, there’s nothing wrong with Mr. Right Now.
21. Don’t EVER make him feel he is more important than you are, even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.
22. Never let a man define who you are.
23. Never look for someone to complete you. A relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals. Look for someone complimentary, not supplementary.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them and an entire lifetime to forget them.

Love (Revisited)

After reading through my entries, I came across a subject that I really wanted to touch on again. And since most of us just celebrated Valentine’s Day, I figured this was the best time to do so.

6 months removed from discussing this very same topic, I’ve noticed that my views haven’t changed much. I still feel like love is the most enigmatic force on Earth. I still feel that love gets a bad rap in certain situations, but the major difference between my thinking now and then might be that I find myself craving that type of connection more now than ever before. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m developing feelings for a certain individual or if its something else. Some might think that its just my biological clock ticking (yes! Men have a biological clock, too) but I’m more than sure its not. I’m just reaching the age when I think that people should be settling down and starting a family. And if it was just a chemical reaction to parameters that have been “established” by society, I would’ve been married with kids by now and those that know my history know what kind of disaster that would be! I really believe that its a combination of the two. I’m at an age that beginning a family is the next great adventure in life and I think I might have found somebody that I would love to that with. But, what do I know, right?

He’s The One! (A Must-Read For All Women)

Ladies, please read this for yourselves, as I have and pass it to all the women that you know who are in relationships, marriages or not. This is so deep and is speaking on some real stuff. READ IT ALL! I didn’t write it but I truly enjoyed the read. I think you will, too!

***THE RIGHT ONE***
First we must allow our Heavenly Father to do the picking. And second, the decision for a mate must be made on a spiritual and intellectual basis before it’s made on an emotional one. “What about love? Shouldn’t that be the third?” you ask. No, and I’ll tell you why. “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” (Jeremiah 17:9).

The heart is willful and is driven by its own agenda. It does not consider things rationally and intelligently it just loves to love! Therefore you have to point it in the right direction: “Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life” (Proverbs 4:23).

Whenever you meet a man, you need to get clearance from God, check out his attributes, and then allow your heart to engage. Dating exists not for mating; it exists for collecting data. I believe that the biblical design would be friendship, courtship and then marriage.

Friendship is two people walking together in agreement and accountability, learning and growing together. Courtship follows the mutual agreement to commit to one another exclusively – it is the decisive turning toward the agreed-upon goal of the marriage altar. It is a period of laying a foundation and preparing your life together after marriage. But dating? Well, if you do date, use the time wisely to gather these facts.

1. Check out the fabric. Is the person mate material? Does this man have an intimate relationship with the Father through Jesus Christ? Does he care what God thinks about his behavior? Is he accountable to God as well as another co-laborer in the faith? Accountability is an important factor. It is imperative to maintaining a committed relationship. Is your potential spouse a member of the same family – the family of God?

You need to have common interests and values and agree on the essentials of living day to day. You have a similar spiritual walk. You eat the same spiritual diet. You enjoy a lot of similar things. You have like interests, like goals in life, like opinions on basic life issues. You have had like experiences in your background. Though there is some truth to the idiom that opposites attract, like-minded folks fare better together.

Furthermore, does he want to get married? If you want to be married and your dreamboat isn’t interested, don’t waste your time. Remember, women fall in love and get married. Men decide to get married and then look for a wife. Note the difference in order. So if a guy says he’s not looking for anything serious, take his words seriously. If he’s not going in your direction, get off the bus and wait for the right one.

2. Does this man want you? Is he pursuing you? The man who is right for you will pursue you, and God’s hand in the relationship will be clear. No guessing, no fleeces, no dead ends. Scripture says: “He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord” (Proverbs 18:22).

Note -who finds whom? THE MAN FINDS THE WIFE. From the beginning of time, God has transported men and women across the world in order to put them together. At the RIGHT TIME, He will bring that man on the scene and he will find you. In God’s perfect design, the man is the one who recognizes his mate. Adam had no problem recognizing that Eve was his missing rib. You do not need to strategically place yourself anywhere. You don’t have to help a guy out because he’s shy! Men will do whatever they have to do to get what they truly want. The man in your life should recognize you as the pearl of great price in his life and be willing to do whatever he must in order to gain your hand. If he is passive about gaining your affections, take it as a sign that he is not interested.

Many a woman’s mother has suggested that it is a good idea to marry a man who loves you more than you love him. As cold as that sounds, it actually might be scriptural if you stop to think about it: “We love him because he first loved us” (1 John 4:19). Until then, take the ultimate chill pill. You don’t need a bunch of men in your life to make you feel all right about yourself.

You need only one man – your man, the one God has selected to select you. And trust me, the right man at the wrong time can be just as awful as the wrong man at any time. So trust God’s timing in this. He is the ultimate matchmaker. Relax, sit pretty and allow yourself to be found. Again, WAIT until the man voices his intentions. He should take the lead in establishing the relationship. You may have an inkling that he is the one, but God will use the man to set the tone of the relationship. Allow him the opportunity to woo you – this is your first act of submission. Jesus set the standard for all men to follow. They should love us first. And they should lead the relationship.

3. The man in your life should not desire to move into your house, only into your heart. A man who prepares for your future has made his intentions clear. A man who is husband material has the means to take care of a wife. He is a responsible human being who understands he needs to have something to offer. In short, a man should have the means to be a suitable lover for you.

4. Check out his buddies. Everyone knows birds of the same feather flock together, yet most women fail to see the connection between a man and his friends. A man’s pals tell you a lot about the person that you haven’t seen yet. They reveal things about the guy’s character that might be hidden when he is on good behavior. Everyone knows how to put his best foot forward. Don’t stay focused on the foot, check out the rest of the body!

5. Check out his relationship with his mother. How does he treat her? This is your preview of how he will treat you. There are lots of men who, because of a negative relationship with their mothers, really don’t like women, yet say they do. Unresolved issues between mother and son continue between husband and wife.

6. Remember that a man’s family reveals the cloth from which he’s cut. Take note and decide whether you want your future with the man in your life to look like his present family situation.

7. Check out the patterns of his life. Do you see repeated cycles of drama in his personal kingdom? Broken relationships? Problems in making commitments – including the job market? Mood swings? Is a problem always someone else’s fault? Does he embrace responsibility or shirk it? Does he keep his promises? Is he a man of good reputation? Remember all garments look wonderful hanging in the store, but with wear, some begin to unravel. Give yourself time and space to check out the man in your life. Time will always reveal whether or not he is made of the right stuff.

8. Does this man have a vision for his life? Is he running with that vision? Remember, God decided Adam needed help once Adam got busy DOING his assignment. As we saw Adam, a man doesn’t need help until he is busy doing what he was created and called to do. Is the man in your life guided by sense of destiny and purpose, or does he just allow life to happen around him? A man who is not certain of his mission can be a most miserable person – and you’ll be miserable too if you know where YOU want to go in life.

A man who has vision is not intimidated by a woman whose mission statement is clear. He will be your best ally, cheerleader and assistant because he wants you both to make it! A man who cannot be supportive of your achievements because he is floundering in a sea of uncertainty over his own life is not a healthy partner to have and to hold forever. Creating dependencies or feelings of obligation is not the way to get the best out of your man. Somewhere along the way, he will resent you and flee from the smothering burden of obligation he associates you with. You want a man who is firmly anchored in his identity in Christ. Remember, we are looking for a man who will be priest and leader of his home. His first instinct should be to want to cover you, redeem you, and provide for you. Your job is to decide if this is the man God has ordained for you to complement.

9. Complimentary. Do your talents and gifts complement his? Do his gifts compliment yours? What about your temperaments? Do you see the two of you as an effective team capable of bringing blessing to the lives of those around you? Do your futures mesh? Can you coordinate your gifts in an attractive and effective way? This is why knowing your purpose is so important. Make sure your hearts beat for mutual causes. When I go shopping I always consider the fabric, the fit and what I already have in my closet. Will my next purchase be a complimentary addition to what I already have? If I find that I am going to have to buy shoes and matching accessories to go with a new outfit, I leave it right on the rack. It is too expensive a proposition. If the man you meet makes you feel that you need to completely reinvent yourself, something is wrong.

This is where I ask you to consider the relationship in terms of cost. Is this relationship expensive spiritually, emotionally or physically? Does your longing for a mate make you willing to forfeit who you are in the process? Or does he see you as the gift that you are? The man in your life should consider you a rare find, a priceless jewel-because of you he is getting ready to get blessed big-time! Any relationship that causes you to feel unworthy, unlovely, unacceptable, undesirable or that you have to work for love, is too expensive! God has called the man to cover, protect and provide not only materially for a woman, but emotionally and spiritually as well. You should be richer in mind, body and spirit for your union with the man of your dreams. The man in your life should make rich deposits into your heart and spirit, not withdrawals.

10. Does he have a healthy love and acceptance of himself? Make sure the man in your life has taken time to heal from past relationships and has made peace with himself. How he cares for himself is how he will care for you. A man’s relationship with God is crucial here. His love for himself will only be as strong as his love for God. This is not something that you can impart. You cannot be his savior or teacher. That is out of spiritual order. In his rightful place as your personal priest, he should be leading you to a richer relationship with Christ. If he is causing you to compromise your faith and destabilize your walk, if he is leading you into sexual sin or causing you to be distracted from your commitment to God, the relationship is too expensive. Offending the Lover of your soul, who promises you eternal love, is too high a fare to pay for a ride that has a limited run. If you and your man can’t soar in the Spirit, when the force of your love for another is tested by the pull or gravity of the world, your union will not be able to survive. So you decide. How much is your love worth? You will be able to accept only what you believe you deserve. God himself calculated the worth of your love and decided it was worth His life. He now pledges you His love for eternity. Yes, Jesus sets the example for all others to follow when He paid a ransom for His bride. Should you expect less from a mortal man? Throughout the Biblical age, men were willing to pay the cost for what they truly desired. The truth of the matter is, everyone knows that anything worth having, costs and no one gets a ride in this life for free.

Our prayer:
Dear Heavenly Father,
God I confess that I have not always been as careful as I should’ve been with my heart. From time to time, my desire for love has caused me to leave my heart in the wrong hands. I now commit my heart into Your hands for safekeeping. Please help me to stop being so impulsive with what you deem so precious. As I learn to celebrate Your love for me, let me learn from Your example what a bridegroom should really be like. Help me to never settle for less than what you desire for me. As I embrace You as the Lover of my soul, keep my affections in the haven of Your own heart. As I rest in Your love, make me more discriminating of those who approach me. I ask that You take over this area of my life. Keep me from those You know would hurt my heart. I invite You to set a hedge around me and keep me from all who would draw me into unfruitful relationships until the day you present me to the mate that You have selected for me. Grant me the discernment to recognize him as he recognizes me. Cleanse me from the temptation to typecast the men I meet according to what I see. Help me to trust in Your knowledge and lean not on my own understanding. I know that You know what is best for me; therefore I yield to Your choice. In Jesus name. Amen.

Ladies, this is something you should definitely share with a friend, whether you are single or married. It is something to think about, When you ask is “He” the one!

Who Wants Me?

I’m the guy who will text you every single morning to say good morning and every single night to say sweet dreams.
I’m the guy who will hold you when you’re crying and wipe away your tears.
I’m the guy who still thinks you’re beautiful with no makeup on, wearing sweats and a big t-shirt.
I’m the guy who won’t pressure you to do things you don’t want to do.
I’m the guy who will show up at your house with soup and a movie when you aren’t feeling well.
I’m the guy who kisses you on the forehead.
I’m the guy who’ll randomly tickle you just to hear you giggle.
I’m the guy who doesn’t kiss and tell.
I’m the guy who actually listens to you when you talk.
I’m the guy who’s excited all day because I’m looking forward to our date that night.
I’m the guy who is content to just be able to hold you and wants nothing more.
I’m the guy who can’t help but smile when you walk into the room.
I’m the guy who’ll say “I love you” first because I’m not afraid to say it.
I’m the guy who’s perfectly content with staying in and watching movies and cuddling.
I’m the guy who won’t lie to you about where he’s going or where he’s been or who he’s been with.
I’m the guy who gets butterflies when he hears your name.
I’m the guy who’s not afraid to tell his friends he loves you.
I’m the guy who doesn’t mess with other girls when I have you.
I’m the guy who doesn’t care about your imperfections and loves you more for them.
I’m the guy who will hold you while we watch the sunset.
I’M THE GUY WHO REALLY WANTS TO MAKE YOU THE HAPPIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD!
I am this guy. So the question is… Who wants me?

Today’s Reflection – 2/13/11

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, “How can he be reflecting on a day that has barely started?” Well, I have had an eventful and (reasonably) blogworthy morning, so I decided to share. Actually, I’m not gonna share what happened this morning (because it is a bit embarrassing) but I want to share what’s on my mind as a result of this morning’s events.

Like usual, I woke up at 6am. I’m still trying to figure out why I get up that early. I haven’t had a reason to do so in almost 12 years! As I stated above, my morning got off to a quick and crazy start. Once all the insanity had died down, I was left staring at a decision that I have never fully explained. Here is that explanation…

I have been asked by several people on multiple occasions why I decided to move to Atlanta, GA when the vast majority of my family still resides in Missouri. The topic of my relocation has always been a sensitive subject for me and usually leads to me deflecting with humor or flat out changing the subject. But today, I was asked by a person that I couldn’t easily dodge, myself. I know you’re probably saying, “Why ask yourself something that you already know the answer to?” but its not that easy. Nothing usually is when it comes to me. As I said before, I tend to find ways to deflect seriously and honestly answering questions about my decision to live in Atlanta, and I’m especially horrible about doing that to myself. I have been known to flat out lie to myself about why I did it. So this dissertation about the reasons that led to my exodus from the midwest is not just for everyone else’s benefit, but my own as well.

First and foremost, there’s the “Elephant in the Room” when it comes to this topic, my father’s death. Most people don’t understand why my father’s passing has affected me in such a way. The reason for that is because you would need an understanding of our relationship in order to even attempt to grasp how him dying impacted me. I’ll try my best to explain it. Willis Jerry Coleman was the one constant in my life from age 6 until he died in 2007 (that’s almost 21 years for those don’t wanna do the math). My father was the one person in my life that pretty much place any tag, label or title on and it would make perfect sense. He was my best friend and my worst enemy at times. He was the one person I loved more than myself but also the one person that I couldn’t stand to be around. We finished each other’s sentences and could sense when the other one wasn’t feeling well. To make a long story short, we were connected to each other in a way that is rare. Hell, I sometimes think that being that intertwined with another person is unhealthy. So naturally, when you lose someone that has meant (and still means) so much to you for so long, you’re bound to want to remove yourself from anything that has the potential to remind you of that person. The closest thing I can compare my feelings to is someone that loses their spouse or significant other after a lengthy marriage, and even that isn’t a fair comparison because a widow/widower has some semblence of a life without their loved one. I didn’t. My dad was there for EVERYTHING. Just about every memory of every major event in my life up until his death includes him.

Secondly and just as monumental, is my relationship with my family. Actually, I think a better way of saying that is my lack of a relationship with my family. Let me explain that for you. For as much as I love the members of my family, I’m not especially close to any of them. I can actually count on my hands the number of family members that I communicate with, and none of that communication occurs on a regular basis. There are reasons for the rift between me and my family, but it seems like no one is willing to admit fault. So I guess I will. I went to live with my father in 1985. For reasons that have yet to be explained to me, the relationship between myself and my mother became estranged. And to this day, we have never really sat down to try and repair that and that really bothers me as I’m looking to move into the next stage of life, which is marriage and parenthood. My father and I moved from Kansas City, MO to Denver, CO in the fall of 1993. Over the course of the next 3+ years, I only went back to visit my family a couple of times. In 1996, we moved to St. Louis, MO. You would think that my visits would be more frequent since I was mch closer. That’s not really the case. In the summer of 1998, my father and I had a falling out. I don’t really recall what it was about nor do I think I want to try, but the end result of this friction was him sending me to live with my mother. Naturally, the idea of going to live with my mother was not well recieved by me. This was a woman that I had not lived with in over 10 years and had barely spoken to over that period of time. But what say so did I have, right? Upon arriving at my mother’s house, the self-destructive behavior that had landed me there quickly escalated, thanks in small part to her boyfriend at the time. Add that to my rapidly growing feelings of hatred I had for her newborn baby, we all know where that lead. I was back in St. Louis within a month. That experience spurred me to further detach from my family and entrench myself in the loner/nomad lifestyle that me and my father had been cultivating for the better part of the decade. In 1999, we once again relocated to Indianapolis, IN and that is when I lost all communication with my family. Most peopler would have some feelings about that, I barely even noticed. When I would take vacations and trips to go visit loved ones, I never even thought about Kansas City. It was as if the time I spent living in that city no longer existed, as well as anybody connected to it. In the summer of 2001, my father was diagnosed with luekemia. This once again served as a catalyst for me to push everyone out of my life draw closer to my dad. In the summer of 2002, I relocated to Atlanta, GA to rejoin my father who had moved to the city in the preceding winter/spring. Once I was in ATL, I realized how lonely my life was. I was missing that connection to people that were tied to me by blood. But, because I had spent the better part of the last 9 years distancing myself from my family, I had no way to get in contact with them. God intervened in 2005, when he touched the hearts of 2 of my cousins and made them go about the process of searching for me. But I guess, that was too little, too late. The damage was already done. So when the time came for me to decide where my life would take me after the death of my father, my family didn’t seem like a viable choice. I did attempt to reconnect with my family immediately following my father’s death, but I think there was too much emotional baggage in my life for that to be successful at the time.

The third reason that led me to flee to the Peach State is so cliche, but it is still relevant. My relationship with a certain young lady at the time had left a horrible taste in my mouth, and because St. Louis is so small, I felt the best thing I could do for my sanity was to flee. Also, my (other) best friend was going through a bit of a tumultous time in her life and it hurt my spirit that I wasn’t there for her. There are several other factors that led to my decision to move back to Atlanta, but those are the ones that had the most influence.

So here I am, standing at another fork in the road and I’m not sure which way I want to go. On one side, I have the city of Atlanta which, for the most part, has embraced me. I’ve started to write a book of poetry, I’m working on music, I’m (somewhat) on the road to opening my own business. But, I am currently struggling to stay afloat. On the other, I have the place of my birth and the uncertainty of returning there presents me with. While, the majority of my family is there, I’m not sure who I could go to in my time of need. I liken my situation to what LeBron James went through this summer with his whole “The Decision” fiasco. It seems like whichever path I choose, someone or something is gonna suffer. But unlike LeBron, I’m not leaving a NBA franchise and a city full of fans in my wake, I’m leaving dreams, aspirations and loved ones to pick up the pieces and move on…