Fire Makes Me Fire Back, While Kindness Makes Me Freeze
What do you say when a person asks you what you want for your birthday?
One of my girlfriends from college basically asked me what I want for my upcoming birthday and it made my eyebrows come in towards one another.
Thank you, Jaz, for encouraging me to welcome gifts. (What she’s referring to here, that she won’t be able to make, is a huge girls trip to the Caribbean that I’ve been planning since my last birthday.)
I didn’t even know how to respond when asked to send a wishlist.
I originally typed, “haha” before the “aw,” and wasn’t going to send the follow-up question, which would’ve been me ending the conversation.
Then I remembered some advice a lady named Dr. Michelle Daf on YouTube gives in regards to existing in your feminine energy. Women are receivers. Be open to receiving, be open to letting people help you.
Obviously this is one of my girlfriends, not a romantic male interest, but existing in your feminine energy means doing so as a part of your ongoing regular behavior, not just some sort of damsel in distress act when a man is around.
I’ve been practicing being in my feminine energy even when only in the presence of myself. In a travel diary blog post, I talked about how I got sexy for my damn self while staying alone at a hotel during an overnight overlay on a flight thru MIA.
Related: My Sexy Surprise Solo Stay at MIA
One thing I do know how to do is talk. Goodness gracious, that mouth works, I got that feminine trait down! Let me get on to the point.
I’m better at giving than I am at receiving.
Anybody that’s ever been around me and paid attention can tell you that I’ve never been selfish. From opening up my closet doors and letting people take whatever they want in college, to picking up the bill at restaurants when people visit me in L.A., I don’t mind looking out for folks. But I’ve never been the best at letting folks look out for me.
Mm mn. That’s changing.
I deserve to be loved the way I love.
Maybe if I keep saying it to myself, I’ll begin believing it.
Okay. Enough stalling… Here we go…
Ahhhhhh! I can’t believe I’m really about to type out a wishlist and share it. I’ve been contemplating on this since she texted me Monday. It’s Friday.
But let it would’ve been someone texting my phone something ugly; I would’ve spit out a fiery response so fast it would’ve made their head spin. That’s a shame.
Okay, here we go, fr…
What’s on my wishlist?
weighted blanket
100% silk bedtime items
bamboo basics (socks, panties)
handheld steam & press laundry tool
luxury home smell goods (candle, room spray)
stamps from USPS' Black Heritage collection
computer accessories (keyboard, mouse)
stylus for Lenovo Chromebook
personal training sessions
portable yoga floor
pepper spray gel
massage
And before y’all something silly like, “girrrrrrl, that’s the kinda stuff you want?! you getting old!” …B*+€H, I BEEN OLD! I been like this since I was 9 years old. The Scholastic Fair was. my. shiiiit! On my mama, I still have a couple of the little notebooks and diaries I bought at the book fair. (Am I a hoarder?) Shoot, when we first moved into the raggedy blue house on Ball in Cleveland, I was only ‘bout 6 when I begged Granny to teach me how to type; I used to be sitting at that keyboard with perfect posture, eyes straight ahead, repeating aloud “aye, es, dee, ef, jay, kay, el, semicolon.” Barely knew how to form sentences, but as soon as I would’ve learned, I was ready to be clickity-clacking them keys!
Going to work with my grandmother at the Cuyahoga County clerks’ office, as a young child, I learned the keyboard before I even learned words to type. | photo source: Quora
All the items on my wishlist are hyperlinked for anyone interested to see more exactly what I have my eye on. Or, you can use this list as a reference point and let your spirit lead you as it may.
Saying where you can send me a gift for the anniversary of the day I popped my big head out my mama’s cootie cat feels a tad weird, but who am I to deny blessings from folks?! Go’on send them thangs to me at:
P.O. Box 36378
Los Angeles, CA 90036.
Orrrrrrrrrrrrrr, you can skip all that jazz and go with the free gift option…
Share a post from this personal blog, or its Insta @aroundLAwithTK, every single day in the month of December 😆 That’ll be a greaaaaaaat gift; sharing is caring!
Thank you for even being here, reading this. I appreciate you for thinking enough of me to click on a post about my birthday wishlist. Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Bye, guys!
