08.30.06

Scattered, cluttered, and smothered

Posted in at 9:41 am by queent

My brain is everywhere right now.  I could talk about everything on it, but its all so random.  And ok in all honesty, I don’t want to.  But it not just that I have a lot on my mind, it more the way its everywhere right now.  It’s scattered.  It’s cluttered.  And to no surprise, so is my home.  The two rooms I occupy the most (my living room and bedroom) are messy right now.  I’ve been working from home more often than not for the past two weeks or so (I am so blessed!) and I didn’t know how easy it is to make a mess when you are doing that.  My coffee table has become my desk, so it’s covered.  I’m home so I can do laundry during the day.  It gets washed.  It doesn’t get folded, so it’s starting to accumulate (again).  I drop off he boy at school and come back home, and drop my shoes in the living room.  They don’t always make it upstairs.  So the house isn’t dirty but it is messy and cluttered.  And being in a cluttered environment is cluttering my brain.  I can’t sort my thoughts well.  And since the thoughts don’t stop, they all mesh and meld together and mixing that with the normally emotional creature I am…well that’s not the best combination.  After staying that way for too long my brain will smother itself.  Yet, working from home, I never really turn off.  I just take breaks.  Trying to master a new craft, I’m always thinking about work so I’ll turn on the laptop when I should be doing something else.  Like cleaning.  I want to blog, I have a few things on my mind.  I need to clean. 

Tonight.  I’ll straighten up tonight.  Or maybe in the morning.  Ok soon, I’ll do it soon.  For real.

08.29.06

Now and Then

Posted in at 9:40 am by queent

Back then, I was in love love love with D-Nice. I was way too young to even be thinking about guys, but oohh weee, I had my heart set on some D-Nice. Come on, everyone is entitled to a schoolgirl crush or two. Now that I’m grown, I’m really diggin’ him as a dj. I keep missing him at SolFusion and it breaks my heart everytime. He and DJ Jazzy Jeff make my heart pound when they spin. But dammit, now I’m in love all over again. Making my way through the blogs nominated for this years blackweblog awards, I found The D-Nice Journal. Not only is he an awesome dj, but his photography absolutely blew me away. I was totally caught off guard. I’m so glad to see that one of hip hop’s finest has so much to offer, beyond the world of hip hop. And so I must shamelessly plug: Go vote vote vote for Tiffany B. Brown and vote The D-Nice Journal. Hey had to plug my girl, if I’m gonna plug a stranger, even if my schoolgirl crush on the stranger is renewed…lol

08.23.06

Fragile

Posted in at 9:39 am by queent

Ive never be one to  describe myself as fragile or delicate.  But you know what they say…never say never right.
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08.13.06

You

Posted in at 9:39 am by queent

So many people, so many emotions.  So many of you touch me in so many ways. 
If you think I’m talking about you, I might just be.  You need to know, and so I’m reaching out you. 
You are invaluable.
You should stop catering to people so much.
You amaze me.
You deserve to be happy.
You are the reason I wake up every morning.
You could know more if you just asked.
You are seriously spoiled.
You have my utmost respect.
You make me smile.
You are missing out on blessings you created.
You missed out.
You are missed.
You are not thinking clearly.
You need to admit there is a problem.
You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.
You are beautiful.
You aren’t greedy.
You have caused some deep rooted scars.
You will see in time that things are exactly as they seem.
You do your best, and you do it very well.
You are worthless.
You have come so far.
You enlighten me.

08.11.06

Whatchu gon’ do?

Posted in , at 9:38 am by queent

Life throws us problems daily; some larger than others.  How you deal with those problems shapes and molds who you are.  I don’t believe there is a formula to handling problems that is guaranteed to make them easy.  Each issue is different; each individual is unique.  What I do think though is that you need to evaluate each situation you face and devise a course of action for it. 

Venting and complaining are one in the same.  Or should I say venting becomes complaining when you don’t put a plan of action into place.  I think it’s because of that I have a hard time venting because I don’t want to sound like I am complaining.  That’s my own personal struggle though.  A plan of action is mandatory if you want to see the issue change.  It’s really that simple.  Talking isn’t going to fix anything.  What are you going to do about it?  And you have to assess: what do I have control to fix and what is out of my control?  If you can, then devise a plan and act on it.  A plan is no good without the follow through.  If you can’t, let it go.  You can’t control anyone else’s actions, only you own.  And you can’t force your thoughts and/or opinions on someone expecting them to do what you think is best. Everyone is their own person and while you may be ready to take action, they may not be.  Fear of losing something or someone can not be a factor in you plan.  You have to be willing to let go of the source of conflict if you have to in order to come to a resolution. 

I’ve been having this very conversation with a few people in my life, some more often than others.  I recognize that you don’t truly grasp a concept until you are ready to.  So I’m not one to talk them til I am blue in the face about it.  If you ask me, I will tell you what I think.  What you do with it is on you.  And if we talk about it again, I won’t throw it in your face.  Why?  Because I wouldn’t want ‘I told you so’ thrown at me in the same situation.  Doing the same things expecting different results clearly doesn’t work.  But sometimes you don’t see that you are in that circle until you are ready to break it.  Ehh, such is life; we all have to learn some kind of way. 

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