9 months and a day

>> Thursday, July 29, 2010

I haven't written in so long, I don't even know if I can really do it anymore. No poetry, no short stories, nothing. I haven't followed a blog, or looked into what people are doing. I haven't been really steady on computer living in general. Why? Because... I have been living. I have moved into experiencing my life instead of reflecting on it and had the amazing opportunity to be within the throws of it whole heartedly. It's been quite the journey...I've experienced so many things and have further changed the makeup of the woman I am. I don't know if that's a good thing or bad... but maybe it can be neither. I haven't the slightest on balance, but sometimes I think I look to intensely on the theory that something must fall upon the clear spectrum of one line versus the other and have not fully realized that maybe something can be composed of both properties equally at balance. But that might be getting away from myself. Currently, I'm on the couch in state of sheer fatigue, ready to fall out... but I'm determined to post this evening.


Digression: I hope all the babies born today get the opportunity to change the world...

MAN! I'm sleepy... that's the end of this battle.... bed 1, computer 0... i'm out (deuces)

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4 days

>> Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Maybe having a MIS degree doesn't necessarily qualify you as being the best person for computer issue assistance. Especially when it comes to hardware concerns. Why am I saying such things. Well, currently I am typing on an external keyboard that I had to purchase for my laptop because I accidently spilled a bit of water on the keys of my laptop keyboard. When I attempted typing on it the following day, errors occurred, so what did I do? I called my older brother who has been my go to computer person for.... ummmm, ever. Yeah; so his advice was to use my blow dryer to dry up whatever was still wet up in there cause something had to be since my keys weren't working properly. I was in the throws of conversation with him while blow drying on cool (cause I didn't think heat would be a good idea) and did so for about 30min or so (his recommended time). After ending the convo with him a few hours later, I checked my keyboard and it was in an even worse state. NOTHING worked properly now (which before there were at least some keys that did the proper functions). This being the end of a 10hr work day with my need to complete preparations for the following day was just not my cup of tea. I could feel the irritability rise up from my pit and sit right there on the surface of my tongue itching to be exposed as colorful expressions of my frustration. At this point, I just needed a working keyboard and considered purchasing an external one to get what I needed to get done ASAP. Just as I was processing that thought, my significant walked in. Before he could get too comfortable, I turned him around and headed to the store to get what I needed... Which got done with the additional push toward my fatigue. I am NOT a fan of getting in my car after doing all the traveling that I do during the day for running errands in the evening, and that feeling has been exacerbated recently because I have had a tender tailbone for the last 2.5 weeks or so. And when I say tender, I mean makeshift donut creation and pillow usage tender. I'm trying to figure out what has been the difference within these last few weeks that has made my bottom sore in such a way, but I've come up with nada at this point. I think I'm going to be rethinking brudderly advice when it comes to my comp. He hasn't really worked computers for quite a while now (2yrs recruiting IT personel has dulled his skills I assume).

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I joined a writing workshop. I think it's time that I really get back into the writing grind and this workshop might really be the thing I need, especially since I am going to be working on structuring a short story corner at a poetry spot. I don't know anything about it and I am really hoping for the best, but I have an extremely limited amount of information about this workshop. I guess I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed... If nothing else, maybe I'll find some quality writers there that I could present at my corner...lol...

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6 days

>> Saturday, October 24, 2009

How unexpected. Walking into my boss's office after completing these last 9 mos of work to fill out my paperwork for achieving my CCC's (certification of clinical competence) and reviewing with her my experience was suppose to be a brief affair. I knew that she had made commentary in the past about increasing my pay once I achieved my c's, but I really had not thought it would be discussed during the paperwork process. For these last few months, I've really had to sit back and assess this job situation. It caused alot of emotional distress ranging from trepidation to sheer infuriation, sprinkled with frustration, confusion, and irritation all because the word of my boss had not been fulfilled or my points were muddled with her weak ability to take things in. I've been stressed and I've cried and I've grown. I've become stronger in my business mind, people managing, and organizational skills. I've developed an instinct about patients (since I've had no real supervision or direction), and I have intensified my skills to achieve some progress (no matter what the diagnosis). So overall, there has been some really bad bad that I feel has hindered me; but there has also been some good good that makes me feel that I have made some unique areas of growth. I, of course, have had to really look through all that shade my boss was sending my way to find the sunshine that is this job, but that's how the real world works I guess. I think if my boss wasn't who she was, my job would be much more pleasurable. In truth, it's really not a bad gig. I manage my own schedule; take time off when I want; see who I want to see (patient wise) {for the most part}; have complete autonomy with decisions I make; and I get to move around from place to place throughout my day rather than being locked up in a building the whole day. I mean, the mild drawbacks {a ridiculous amount of paperwork that spills over into my personal time on a daily basis, waiting for reimbursement of supplies I have to purchase, and the challenge of setting up the next week of therapy sessions by calling parents or patients} aren't really significant enough to make me feel as bothered as I have been with the topping of my boss. Ugh... Well, anyway. I had planned in my mind to leave her after I received my certification confirmation and going into traveling therapy where you get 13wk assignments wherever in the country and have housing provided with additional negotiable perks like grocery stipend, car stipend, or whatever else you could think of stipend while still getting an hourly rate. A pretty lucrative job option that offers me the opportunity to see the country without paying a cent. This, of course, would cause some shifting away from my significant (not my favorite thing), but it would make my father pretty happy... *rolling of eyes*. I was settled on making that decision- until, I sat down to do my paperwork with my boss. This woman offered me a raise (a given), and threw out the number. Now, I really didn't think it would be much of anything because I have only been working with her for 9 mos and she has been known to make commentary about me (negatively) to other people (all the while telling me to my face how amazing I am *smh*). Of course, she talks ish about everybody, so I'm not offended... It just is what it is. But when this woman told me she wanted to give me a $13,000 raise- *stop* - that's right people, one, three, zero, zero, zero raise; I was beside myself. Literally.... I had an out of body experience and I was sitting beside myself. It's definitely making me rethink my departure. Mostly because I know what I would be getting myself into; she's not obligating me to stay there for any length of time (so if it was just too miserable for words, I could leave); I would be staying near my significant; and staying at any given job for 2+ yrs looks good on a resume. I'm processing my thoughts through this, but I will say that I'm fully thrown and needed to write this out.... What am I gonna do? *sigh, smh*

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7 days

>> Sunday, October 18, 2009

It's interesting. Growing up. Learning about what it means to be a woman versus a daughter. My father, who I respect, honor, and love dearly, triggered something rather aggressively inside of me. My defensive instinct of self preservation. Retention of my happiness is something that I realize I will have to do at the possible detriment of my parental relationship because of his expectations (demands) of how I should lead my romantic life. Currently, I have a significant other who I cherish and appreciate in such a resounding way, it vibrates in my mood and keeps me walking to its beat with a glowing essence. He has circumstances in his rotation that most women would definitely put up blocks against, however, the rarity of finding a person I connect in such a way with makes me embrace him with all his situational factors wholeheartedly. Of course, I am making great strides to keep it one day at a time and not look too far in the future, but I AM a woman, and I do feel to the outer most layer of my skin and I am naturally an overthinker so this leads to me having a dialogue with my father. Needless to say, he was adamant that he will vehemently 'not accept' me marrying a person with his circumstances, so even entertaining a 'dating' scenario is stupid (yes, stupid) of me. I don't doubt that my father would really enjoy the person my significant is, and they would more than likely have wonderful dialogues about soo many worldly things that it makes me excited to think about these two mental powerhouses in conversation. I also know that my father could be a wonderful addition to my significant's life and offer him something he doesn't really have; a strong consistent older male figure in his life that he can really talk to. The possibility of this is still attainable; however, I have to present under the guile of my significant being 'just a friend' and not the most amazing man I have come across in my life that truly treats me like the queen I am. He's made me elevate the already high standards I had for myself and stick strong to fulfilling those standards rather than compromising them to compensate for the current way men carry themselves. I know I am putting myself in a really hard place with this relationship and the potential for bad is really present. I am aware of this. But I refuse to ignore or block out the exquisite good to prevent the potential of bad. It's essentially the whole 'Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?' My father would push for me to never love so as to avoid the heartache of it all. I prefer to love and lose because anything else is plain not living. And if there is anything I am going to do with this blessing that I have of walking this Earth, it is live with every inch of my being until my very last breath. I want the rollercoaster even with the possibility of throwing up at the end. I want the fastest car ride even with crashing being an ever present reality. It just isn't happiness to me without all of that. I guess that's the biggest difference between me and my father. We view happiness differently. Well, all I can do is live and be honest about what I need and who am and if I have to fight against his grain to stand my ground, then I guess I will. But I'll keep praying to have it all in the mean time.

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3 days

>> Sunday, October 11, 2009

So I cut my hair off and revamped my style a little. My dad hates it of course (the Haitian he is)...lol. I think it's because he wants a more 'slick' look for me, versus the natural effect I have going on. Oh well... Besides him, I've had nothing but positive reinforcement for my not so secure decision to hack it all off. I have every intention of growing all out again... I just wanted to start from scratch. I'm looking forward to the the 'hair story' I'm going to have.

So I've been lounging about for the last 50 or so hours since I got home from my last patient on Friday around 4:30pm or so. The lounging was HIGHLY necessary for me because I have been on the cusp on miserable for quite of bit time now. Mostly because I have not really been pleased with certain circumstances around me economic wise and some newly added dimensions to my already complex romantic life hasn't helped either. However, I feel pleased beyond measure with my world right about now for the sheer simplicity of it all. The blessing has been movie renting to keep my mind away from itself. That 'I think too much' section over there really is accurate and that can kill my abilities to feel any type of forward movement sometimes. I just keep going over and over and over situations wallowing in them without working thru. Weekends like this would have been ideal for such festering. But instead, I had peppered conversations with exquisite significance, watched movie after movie, and slept intermittently throughout the day. I had only brief escapes from my abode to go to the grocery store for additional dollar rentals. I probably should have put some short stories down on computer memory, but I didn't even do that. The extent to my thinking went to my convos on the phone and my interactions with my boss... With such little time out of my home, it really made this raw diet fast I was on a complete disaster... All I wanted to have was some warm cuisine and I was stuck chomping on some carrot pieces. Definitely broke. But I didn't break too bad; just enjoyed a veggie wrap (wrapped in romaine lettuce) and I was fully content. Well, after the ice cream I was fully content...lol. Can't have a meal without dessert (no matter what Earthiopians say)!!!! I have a pretty light week ahead of me (like most of my work weeks these last few months) so I'm actually looking forward to it (except for this school business that I have just agreed to do)... Yes, that's right... Desy Digra is going to be a supposed speech therapist (should accurately be labeled a tutor) in the school system for middle to old adolescents. How fun for me *face*... Yeh... I'm just mantra'ing out, 'only 2 days a week and for only 7 hours; 2 days a week for only 7 hours'. I am just not good at being creative with academic therapy... I'm more creative with functional therapy... you know, therapy relavant to life... What do I care about you finding the main idea in a short story? What does that have to do with your ability to function in day to day living.... Ugh! Ok- I'm done. It's my job and I must act more professional about it.

Moving on... I'm off to watch brothers and sisters (love that show!).... back again at some point

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14 weeks and 2 days

>> Thursday, October 8, 2009

Wow... How new this feels... blogging. I haven't been under this experience for quite some time. It's really... nice. I've emersed myself in relationship living and work grinding to the point where I've actually cut off my writing. I don't know why I did it... I choose to use my free time for other things; like excessive tv exposure (although, truthfully, I am just now getting back into my old habits of tv watching on a regular basis)... My time has been filled with poetry, children, laughter, appreciation, thought, friendship, and so many other wonderful 'living' things.

And I've reflected on it all without a single jotted word. I've voiced to friends about the woes and sorrows of my newest significant and spoken word(s) outloud to the highest for guidance because I get lost some times... I've even taken to inner thought work as I regurgitate situational scenarios and assess...

But none of it offers what writing does, which could be why it has been so hard for me to actually do it. I have been running away from my words because they are not as powerful as they used to be... There seems to be some type of lost potency in the way I feel my choice of verbage hits me, and instead on improving my vocabulary and my writing style, I push against it hard enough to be without it. I move seperately and independant, trying to fill the void with other things.

Now I've been asked to do a short story corner. I have to move away from all this and just write... Write to write... Place finger to keyboard and infuse life into white screens the the imagination of my still young mind...

I'm gonna work on myself with that

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6 weeks and 2 days

>> Monday, June 29, 2009

I've abandoned writing. I no longer do it the way I once did. I don't share myself in this exposed world. Instead, I keep everything inside and analyze the experiences I've been having through a thorough internal process. The only things is, I love going back to my old posts and seeing my mind parts splashed out onto hard contours of alphabetically created expressions. The oxymoron that I am rears its ugly head once again.


I'm interested in a new guy, but this time it feels different. Intensely so. So much so that I am actually seeing myself adjusting and growing. He's a strong, educated, beautiful man. Not beautiful in the classic sense (my ex). His is much more dug up from the earth and dusted off with greedy hands... Mine. I see the diamond behind the sand colored coal (cause he's high yellow...lol)... And the very essence of he keeps a steady smile... sigh... It's nice to finally be compatibly comfortable with someone.

I saw transformers last night with him... our first real date since I met him... It was wonderful and I saw the depth of how I felt for him by the fact that I did not seperate my touch from his for more than a few seconds... Definitately not the way I traditionally move. When I seperate from him, I feel it. It's uncomfortable and I don't like doing it for more than a day at a time. Isn't that some shit...lol...

I'm steady being sleepy these days. I think I'm going for a nap... but I want to express that having K.Leen and May May here this weekend was one of the best things a girl could have had in her space... It was an outstanding time and I appreciated heavily their treck down here..

Hope Monday didn't hurt too much... Mine didn't.


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