Forget the mistake. Remember the Lesson.

Forget the mistake. Remember the Lesson.

I make a lot of mistakes. Like, a lot. Sometimes big, sometimes small, always wrong. Mistakes in money, mistakes in friendships… according to my stomach, that salted caramel shake last night was definitely a mistake. Like… they are endless. But guess what? I survived each one, and I’ve learned my lesson. And that is the key. Every. Single. Time.

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Scale Wars… Issa Journey.

Scale Wars… Issa Journey.

So I have been on a mission. This mission has been started and stopped many times before (like for years… don’t judge me) but this time, I feel like I’ve actually gotten my mind and body on the same page. Like, they’re friends now. And if you’ve been on this mission before, you probably know exactly what I am talking about. Continue reading “Scale Wars… Issa Journey.”

3/30 (National Poetry Month Challenge)

3/30 (National Poetry Month Challenge)

Me on what it feels like on any given day to try to explain why you are perpetually single. #theEnd

3/30

Because it’s so much easier to blame them.
So much more palpable to spout the many reasons this one couldn’t stay,
that one couldn’t get right,
none of ’em could love –
‘least not the way I needed…
I mean what other reason could there be?
Not… me.
Mister almost but not quite there,
6 out of 10 ain’t bad,
maybe if I squint my eyes and turn my head to the left,
Yet he still left like the others
(probably back to his mothers’)
oh I…
sure know how to pick ’em.
But it’s so much easier to blame them.
So much more realistic to say
Mister couldn’t keep it in his pants,
eyes always roving looking for his next… ex…
I’m the next… best thing to wifey
Oh they like me
just don’t wife me –
Oh it’s him alright.
I mean what other reason could there be?
Not… me.
Mommas boy,
never learned how to balance a checkbook but can bounce a basketball
no credit having
still owes me money
Twenty-five ain’t seen me in a long time
It’s been a long time
since I’ve been loved
‘least the way I need me some lovin
And it’s so much easier to blame them
But who’ll believe it?
Not… me.