Keeping It Funky

Did you ever have it in the first place...

Sometimes, we go through that period of funk. We think, "Yeah, it will pass. I just don't know how I lost what I had," whether it was a sig fig, job, or friend. The question is, if we are in a period of funk, and we are looking for what went wrong, did we ever have control in the first place? I mean, were you really focused on that position you did have or did you ever have it? Were the two of you together because you really did care for each other, or were the both of you just kicking it and you caught feelings at the last minute? Friends come and go, but was that person your friend in the first place? The other real question is, even though we know it will pass, when's the new funk coming in? If you think about it, you may have always been in a funk, just trying to smell something different!

Sometimes, we lose focus. As you, I have been experiencing that. I don't know if it's always been like that or what, but I'm trying to reevaluate the reasons I am in this position. Sure, the next person can say, "Well, Ms. T, you didn't really put in effort," or "Ms. T, you did try but not hard enough," "It didn't fit you, anyway." Is it me, or did you not take the time to see what's been going on for me to not put in work? Are those the words I need to hear right now from you. I believe you should be more encouraging than that!

We get placed in situations that are comfortable for us, and we try not to venture out of that comfortability. A friend of mine over at Xanga called it a Potluck. When I read his words, I truely felt like he was speaking directly to me! Something to think about.

You

....it's something that makes me shy away. Your smell. Your laugh. Demanding! The sensation put through me: numbing...

He paralyzes you as he walks into a room. He gives you tingles up your spine. He runs through your dreams at night, just to say, "Are you thinking of me as I am of you?" It was something his momma did that just makes you appreciate him six generations back, because you know if things were back in time, he'd be just as breathtaking. It's his goofiness. His suaveness. It's his controlling, but protective ways, without saying a word. His touch is tender, even when it's rough. He knows when to walk away. He knows when to comfort you. He knows how to hug you. He speaks profound words and it all still makes sense. He never belittles you. He's a whore, but never around you. It's his handwriting; sloppy, but neat. His 2nd grade antics that drive you up a wall, but the same ones that remind you why you love him so. He doesn't even know you, but will do anything for you...

I can't quite put my finger on it...but what I do know, it's YOU

Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISFP)

Your personality type is caring, peaceful, artistic, and calm. Only about 7% of all people have your personality, including 8% of all women and 6% of all men You are Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

You Are Strawberry Cake

Fresh, sassy, and romantic. You're a total flirt, who never would turn down a sugary treat. Occasionally you're a bit moody - but you usually stay sweet!

What Kind of Cake Are You?

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are passionate, romantic, and emotional. You put love first in your life, even though you have often been disappointed by it. You expect to be swept of your feet, and you never expect infatuation to die out. Underneath it all, you are scared that you aren't lovable. Your insecurity has ruined many relationships, as you are unable to see the love that's really there. You are secretly afraid of being alone. Confronting your insecurities is incredibly painful.

What's the Part of You That No One Sees?

Fetal Position

A tornado has hit...

Currently, Ms. T is trying to resolve her inner demons. I would love to be in an empty space, in fetal position for about three days. Unfortunately, I can't.

A friend of mine said, "You a good one! You don't stress about anything, especially money related." But technically, I do. I just don't verbally express it or really push myself to do anything about it, since I know everything will be okay. God is good and he will not place anything more on me than I can bear. I told my friend, maybe this is my time to think and meditate on what's next. I don't know.

Something does need to be done though. After today's mini (but big to me )incident, I told myself that the time is approaching very closely. I think this is why He hasn't blessed me with the gift of life (not that I am seeking it just yet), because I ain't (yes ain't) taking care of myself really. Not that I wouldn't take care of my responsibilities, but it's just not time....

To Work Or Not To Work?

That is the question...

Ms. T is stuck in a bind. She wants to work, but not for peanuts and banana peels (Did I get that right Sutherland?!). I want to work, however, I think I am scared. I think I am afraid that what I do will never be up to par and I will be mediocre and never advance. I don't know what it is, but...