Choosy Lover

I can't see me choosing the opinions of others, be it family friends or perfect strangers, over what makes me happy. Abdication of this gift is an insult to the Divine and my personal fulfillment. The energy of suppression, in my mind, is better allocated to living loving and exploring to utter exhaustion.

Let my choices be my (big ass) footprint in the sands of time (Yes, Beyonce started singing in my head just then but whatever).

I remember the impact of Frost's "The Road Not Taken" on my soul. I remember making a promise inside, where only god and I could hear, "that will be me".

Consider this, even your indecision is a decision.

She Isn't Really A Bitch

I'd heard that Karma's bitch
I found her harsh disposition not so cold
I understand that she only comes where the mat doesn't necessarily say "Welcome" but it does say, "Come In"
My interaction with her was civil
I was waiting for her
Greeted her, to her surprise, with a smile
Told her I'd been expecting her
Set her at ease immefiately
letting her know I didn't believe what had been rumored of her
I knew full well why she was darkening my door
Only to bring me what I deserved
Hand delivered the harvest for the seeds I'd sown
Thank you, Karma
You are not, at all, a bitch to me
'Cause I deserved your presence