Wed. May 27th, 2020

SoulChop: The First and The Last

In our perfect ways. In the ways we are beautiful. In the ways we are human. We are here. Happy New Year’s. Let’s make it ours.

Beyonce

I don’t pretend to have had a happy 2019. It was challenging. I cried. I bled. I sweated through the Captain America hoodie my moms bought for me last Christmas. But I’m still here. I’m still ‘suburhood’. And the haters cannot hold a candle to the wonder-working power, of my grace giving God. Peace, and let the steel be your peace. No, for real though. I need my peeps (yall), to keep the positive vibes going, the mojo flowing–and one other thing…

Let’s kick off 2020, with a thankful heart—a giving one. Maybe a heart that’s protected from the unbridled, fully-grown horse crap–but one that’s more receptive to an opinion that may differ from one’s own. Slow to anger. Quick to listen. Cut the gas-lighting, negros. That ain’t it. One thing I cannot stress enough, to the vexed, stressed and perplexed peoples—lead with love. If there is one thing we CANNOT get enough offffffffvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeee—–it’s love, dude. Like I’ll always remember 2019 as the year, people on my social media just unleased their anger. Like the anger power levels was wild. Negros must’ve hit the emotional hyperbolic chamber for real. Homies must’ve hit up professor X and set the danger room status to the ‘Angry shit all day erryday kid’ setting on the dial stat. It’s been one of the angriest years I can remember. Political anger. Social anxiety anger. Lonely anger. Negros resenting other negros being successful anger. People too quick to be offended anger. People too ready TO offend anger. WHERE IS THE LOVE. (Shouts to Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway, but yall don’t know nothing about that).

As for me and mine, we’re leading with love. I’m giving respect. I’m deflecting, checking, and wrecking disrespect. I’m building my bridges. Mending my fences. I need to hit the gym and get my emotional intelligence up. I’m mashing and spamming my bible app. Thank you God for second chances. Thank you God for my mistakes. Thank you for my pain, my heartache. I thank you, for allowing me to work through trauma, and not succumb to it. Thank you for surrounding me with people in my life that love me for me.

The first and the last post of 2019.

Lead.

With.

Love.