My Month Was a Sh*t Show

Ain’t God good?!

I need somebody that’s with me.

AIN’T GOD GOOD?!

[congregation in my head responds] Yes, He is!

I’m sitting in a rocking chair gazing out at the aircrafts lined on the tarmac at Charlotte Douglas International.

I’m alive and well, good and breathing, with food in my stomach. And not any old food. Hot food! When I bit into my sandwich, I could see the steam coming up from the chicken breast, or whatever that is Chick-fil-A puts in between those soft buns. Mmm hmm.

I'm in good spirits, I’m feeling good. Let’s get it on.

30-Day Writing Challenge, Day 30

Day… THIRTY?! Wow, if I had been on my shiz-nye-ee thee entire month, I’d be completing my 30-day writing challenge for June. But nooooo, I had to be a procrastinating princess that ain’t do what she was ‘posed to do! Now, my efforts in this battle have to rollover into July. Aïe aïe aïe!

Writing Prompt: Your highs and lows for the month

Hm, does the writing prompt want me to respond in regards to this writing challenge? Or, is it asking me about my life outside of blogging? Being that this is my own personal lifestyle blog, and I assigned myself to this month-long task, I suppose it’s up to my discretion. … If you’ve read previous posts in the 30-day writing challenge, you may not be surprised that’ll I’ll do both.

Writing high

Hold up, let me go scroll thru the whole section of 30-day writing challenge posts. It’s definitely going to be one of the ones in the beginning. I told y’all, my ENFP personality type is good for starting strong.. then falling off. [face scrunches up]

Okay, yeah, without a doubt, day 1 of this month’s blogging journey is my high. The writing prompt, “list 10 things that make you really happy,” is a good one, and I seriously went TF innnnnnn. It’s more than a list. It starts with a list, then it turns into an essay on happiness. I know bloggers are making money with flat listicles, but I like full (REAL) articles.

I spent ‘bout 3 work days on day 1’s post. Please go check it out. No, PLEASE! Click on it below:

My Grandmother's Laughter, and Other Things That Make Me Really Happy

I need to share that one on Medium and pray the algorithms work in my favor. That’s a good one. Dang. I’m grinning, in a silly type of expression; I promise I’m not egotistical.

Writing low

Well, you miss every shot you don’t take. That’s what they say, hein?

My writing would have to be the days I missed. Like come on, girl, it was only 30 days and you only had to make yourself write on the given writing prompt for 30 minutes. Aaaaaaaaand your raggedy a** didn’t work a lick thee entire month. [inserts Martin telling Tommy he ain’t got no job]

Even the days where I rushed in the last moments before midnight, the blog post came out halfway decent. At least it was something. I did day 25’s “think of any word, search it on Google and write about the eleventh image” prompt while I was on FaceTime in all of 15 minutes and when I sent it to the person with whom I was on FaceTime, to my surprise, I was met with laughter and told how creative I am. That’s always interesting, as I don’t find myself to be creative.

Every day I skipped was another low. I could’ve done something, it would’ve been better than nothing.

Month’s low

I don’t know.

Not to sound like the old lady deaconess that I am on the inside, but, count it all joy.

I don’t really have lows, not that I hold onto anyway. I’m trying to think of what I’d consider a low and I really don’t know.

I mean, both my landlord and the credit card company may look at me like I’m stupid this upcoming payment cycle because I spent the past 7 weeks f’ing off around the South, spending money I don’t have to spend and not earning money I need to be earning, but hey.. [arms bend at elbow hands swing up, palms to the sky] They’ll be alright.

I’ve spent two months doing a whole lot of nothing that means a whole lot of something — not making any money, but spending time with loved ones. This photo was taken at a popular event in Atlanta called “The Shit Show” with one of my cousins, Rashan.

Oh, I let the flights for my girls’ trip DOUBLE from the original estimate I gave the girls, so I need to figure out where in the world I’m going to get another 7-thousand-dollars to give American Airlines.

And I’m sure I made another slew of poor decisions that aren’t coming to mind at this moment these past 30 days.

Child, I ain’t go’ let them worry me, ya hea?!

Month’s high

[cheek tilts toward shoulder, corners of mouth turn up, hands clench behind back, body twists from side-to-side, eyes gaze in direction of floor, then girlishly flip up…]

I met a boy.

It’s nothing serious. Obviously, it’s barely been weeks. But it’s fun. I allowed myself to open up. I’m dating. I’m actually dating a guy and being a total girl, calling him at the slightest inconvenience during the day and pillow-talking into the wee hours of the night until one person is snoring on the other end.

Do I see my life with him? Um…

Do I see myself having oodles and boodles of fun with him for as long as God sees fit? Absolutely. Even if it’s only for a couple more weeks, that’s cool, that’s still my high of this month.

What a sh*t show?!

And I enjoyed it.

Attending “The Shit Show” in Atlanta, an Apollo-styled series of performances by aspiring entertainers.

Like the event I attended last night in Atlanta, this month was an entertaining sh*t show.

Scroll thru all the posts from this month by clicking here: 30-day writing challenge.