The Life of a Premature Metro Goddess

So I am about to turn 25 and everyone keeps asking what I want to do, my response of course being I want to party and I guess on some level that is always a good answer from my perspective but lately I have been thinking about so many things; how I feel about my life right now, and what is it I really want? What do I really want for my 25th birthday? A return to optimism, that intrinsic idea that no matter what, things are going to be ok. I love the optimism I have carried with me through this life and it seems to have been ravaged here lately but I miss it fiercely. When I lose it there is this replacement of anxiety that keeps me frozen, and afraid, and worried. I want my optimism, so I will have to take it. I want contentment, the feeling you have after a good day right when you fall asleep in that comfortable position knowing that tomorrow is going to be an even better day, and you fall asleep with a sigh and a smile. I want to remember to reflect on the love in my life, coming fro

Sometimes I think I am a bit of a romantic. I love happy endings and the roads that lead to them. I think the stumbles and tumbles that two people take just to be together are precious and beautiful. I read of love, and watch it in movies, and ever since I was a little girl dreamed about what my love would look like. I played with my Barbie dolls and planned out their lives, always a successful Barbie coming home to her successful husband in their beautiful home, with their beautiful cars but even as a little girl I recognized all the falls that happen in falling in love. And boy did those dolls have some realistic falls. As a child I was always quite observant so to me Barbie dealing with the highs and lows of her interracial love was not a stretch. Barbie home with the kids terrified when Ken, well Steven went off to war and waiting for him to return home to her. Shani searching for Jamal when the imaginary tornado touched down on their RV, all the while endlessly connected in their

Honey and Sweet, as my first love, as it were in creation. When God set in motion, before man before child, before sky before sea, before you before me. Was there love then, to shape and mold this Earth that grew up around Him. We were reflections of Him and I am reflected in you. Let our love grow as he loved us. We submit to this love, obey heavens command, standing firmly planted moving into each other. Let our souls intertwine this heart becomes yours as yours has become mine. The sweet sounding joy, like loves first hello, loves first parting goodbye. Sweet sounding joy like loves first embrace upon loves first return. Monumental in essence, essential to existence. Sweet sweet joy as I walk with thee this love walks with me on toward heaven.

These words, I love these words. "Entreat me not to leave thee,or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people and they God shall be my God: Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me." **fiRefly**

I think it is possibly the best or the worst, yet always the most enlightening moment when a person tells you how they truly feel about you. I don't mean they sit down and say... "This is how I feel about you, I feel..." I mean when you are in one of those moments where you're pushed to the edge and the words that come out of your mouth for better or for worse are sent directly from you head to your lips, no filtering...nothing close in similarity to using a Brita filtration system, straight taking it to the head water from the stream...when its fulls of all the stuff that water really has in it. The thing is though, no matter how much you may ignore something, or try to overlook a person always lets you know how they really feel about you. Its in their actions, their looks, and movements. When you ask a question and you get an answer, take it for what it is, don't try to put your own spin on it to make it better. When you cry and no one cares, they really don'

"The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out; the brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. The brick walls are there to stop the people who don't want it badly enough. They are there to stop the other people!"- Randy Pausch I'm not afraid of the brick walls.

Tonight I sat down and watched Pedro, the TV movie which aired on MTV detailing aspects of the life of Pedro Zamora, who was on the 3rd season of the Real World, and the first openly gay man to be on a television show while living with AIDS . I have no desire to write about the quality or context of the film, it was what it was, but what I do want to write about is something I have thought for several years. We say words have power, words can make or break things in this world, can unite people or tear them apart. Words keep us moving and we cannot deny the power in them. So while surfing the net I briefly glimpsed something on an entertainment website that said " Important Roles These milestones in gay roles on TV marked the path to tolerance ." For as long as I can remember those statements always would stir uneasiness within me. So many people working for tolerance and I hated that word, to me the word in relation to the rights of others always left me with a sour tast

I am happy to say that I have gotten a few responses from my most recent post, The Family is Moving In... AHHHH ! . Specifically one from my crazy aunt which I am going to post on this space, because obviously I have something else to say : ) "A word from your insane aunt- The advent of Facebook came about as a spin-off of a Harvard University version of Hot or Not and Facebook was only made for Harvard student that why the "Pearly Gates were not open for YOU." Now had you thoroughly read the blog you would have caught on to actual point and this response would not be necessitated however, it appears that this is not the case so here I go. I am fully aware of the advent of Facebook . And at the point in time when I was looking to join Facebook it had spread to several college campuses in the North East. We were all waiting and hoping for our turn. However, it was for people with a specific college association. And in addition, so I can put this on the table now and no

In what seems to be a new overnight sensation, the older generations of my family have now acquired Facebook accounts. I say an overnight sensation because its like the Facebook account has qualities similar to an economic stimulus rebate check, everybody could get one so everybody wanted one. Initially I took this on with amusement, my aunt learning the ways of The Book. And we all remember how it started so long ago, and if not let me tell. When I got Facebook it was a few years back when this was some obscure social networking site that only a few random college campuses had aquired access to. I first heard about the book from my friend Mike, at UMASS, at the time and was a bit peeved when I tried to get my own account and discovered that those Pearly Gates were not opening...ACCESS DENIED. I would check back everyonce in a while, it seemed like slowly word spread until finally one day on campus I heard, "Yea we gotFacebook". WHAT???!!! I was never so excited in my life, a

I would have spoken on this topic a while ago but I've been lax in my blogging. Anyway, what have I learned from our new President and First Lady? I have learned that this country is progressing in the right direction in so many ways, just look at his policy ideas. I have learned that if the President is all addicted to his cell then dammit I can be too. I've learned that when you get people to come together things that we have hoped and wanted to happen even years down the road can come to fruition. And one unseemingly important thing that I have learned is that you can be married, have children, be independent, have careers, and PTA meetings, and family, and run this very nation and still be madly in love with that person you met so many years ago, madly in love and have the entire world watch in awe and sometimes envy. I think that is so important, its important for the young people of our country who have never seen a stable, supportive, loving relationship. Its important

I used to have this motto...actually to be more accurate I used to have several mottoes but things have changed. I digress, I used to say "without expectation there cannot be disappointment". This was my motto and I believed in it fully for the most part because I had to. When you spend your life expecting things from people it is so easy for them to fall short of those expectations whether they should or should not, you get tired of being hurt and you just don't expect anything at all. Although this was easy to maintain for sometime when you allow yourself to get close to someone, allow them in your life and your space you start to become vulnerable in a way that has you seeking patterns and consistency, you start to want things to go a certain way because being surprised can through you so far off balance. That said, I hate the expectations that come with vulnerability, I hate thinking I know how things are going to go and then they go in the opposite direction. I don&#