The yellow brick road…

Sometimes I feel like Dorothy, off to see the wizard…the wonderful wizard of Oz Hollywood.  I am scared.  I’m alone…I’m clueless.    And even though Dorothy skipped along happily, hand-in-hand with her co-dependent trio, we know that the journey was not always joyful.  If only a good witch of the South would lend her magical wand, tap some pink, sparkly Christian Louboutin’s onto my feet, this trip wouldn’t seem so lions, tigers, and bears…oh my!

As I walk down a path that it seems a GPS can’t even detect, I’m forced to rely on antiquated senses, like faith……hope…and love.  I’m forever interrupted by my own disruptions…a scarecrow (my mind), a tinman (self-love), and a lion (fearlessness).  While it feels like baggage trying to continue to walk with these things pulling at my strength to go forward, I must endure the growing pains in order to fulfill the desires of my heart.  I guess it’s true when they say, only the strong survive.  The last I checked…my back was strong.  I’m brown, a female, a mother, gifted, blessed, and determined.  But honestly, sometimes I have no idea what I’m doing and I even have a more difficult time explaining how I got here.  Whether it be God, the Universe, Destiny, Fate, or dumb-luck…I know that it’s certainly on purpose. 

I’ll ease on down the road, whether it be trudging, hastily, apprehensively, or certainly…lions, tigers, and bears can never be avoided.  But I have to remind myself of the goal, believing that what I seek is only a yellow brick road away.  And I must stay grounded in the roots of where I’m from.  Dorothy never lost sight of the fact that she wanted to be home and that’s where her heart would always be.  She didn’t get caught up in the world of mysticism, magic, and make-believe that surrounded her.  She could have easily opened her eyes to how grand things were in this new world and said to hell with Kansas.  But she didn’t.  And even though she ended up going back home, she went back with a livelier spirit, more hope, and an appetite for adventure. 

Do I want nice things? Yes, I do.  Do I want to be famous? For the right reasons.  Do I want to make a difference in this world? Everyday.  But, in all that I do…home is at the core.  I will never lose sight of who I am…who I’ve always been…who I was before the world knew me…in order to achieve the desires of my heart.  I am not for sale.  I am not easily persuaded.  I will always be me, a girl from a small town with big dreams.  When this journey gets crazy, I may click my heels to remind me of who I am and to whom I belong.  Hollywood is dope, but there’s no place like home! =)

Quickie #1 – Live and Let Die

My quickies are in no relation to the disappointing finale, experienced way too soon.  I just wanna give a little quick words of wisdom to start your day, week, or life over.  I honestly share thoughts, that I’ve written to myself.  So, here goes:

Don’t hold on to something that’s dead.  Doing so, will only cause its spoiled and molded presence to penetrate into your own makeup.  Distance yourself from any person, relationship, or situation that no longer has a shelf life that the FDA would approve.  Accept the course that it ran, for whatever lesson you were to retract from it, and send it off.  Not like the prodigal son hoping for an expected return, but like Adam and Eve getting kicked out of the garden.  See ya!  Some stuff you just gotta let go, and let God, the universe, Karma, Buddha, pick a title…let the Big Man take care of it.  Respect that it is not your duty or in your ability to shape and mold anyone into the person you think he or she should be.  You are not that powerful or all that!

Your body expels waste from your body daily (I hope).  It was carefully designed to hold onto what is good, and let the bad stuff go!  Trust the process…goodbyes have a reason.  Maybe not for physical nourishment, but your emotional health is just as important.  If your body can get rid of the bad stuff, without even being told…why can’t you?