the soflynmythirties chronicles

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Food For My Soul - Vol. 49 by Bklyn on Mixcloud

I really had no idea as to what I was doing when I started this blog. I went in so many directions as it relates to how I was feeling when I was in Cuernavaca, Morelos (Mexico). I just wanted to write and get my thoughts out. Now, I have over 200 articles that pertain to being thirty-something in some capacity. I love it and then again... Well, I will just keep that to myself. And, know that I'm working through some things right now. I went for a nice walk this evening.

As I was walking, I thought about when it's time to stop using the term GIRL (I spell it as GYRL). I followed my dog's lead as we were walking and it dawned on me that really at heart adult or children in disguise. We all need love. I thought about it some more and realized that I'm at the point where I do believe in myself (honestly), but I don't believe in everybody else. I think that is fair and safe to say in this day in age. Mentally, I have moved away from girl-like tendencies and definitely approaching GROWN AZZ WOMAN status.

At #36, I give myself GROWN WOMAN status... I feel like when I get in my forties I  won't have to write this long about aging, because the questions and answers are going to be coming from another place (era). I chalk it up to being a lover of fashion. I move like the wind and life is timeless when you are having fun. I remember how when I turned #36, I was so into helping other women with their issues. I don't want to be that go to person for self-help anymore. Yes, I still need the girl talks, but without the drama. This includes family too.

Self-Empowerment is so important and I only want to be around positive people. I can't make people think or believe anything about me. I believe in me and that is the most important lesson that I have learned thus far in my thirties. I accept me, but I know I can do better. It is a catch 22 sometimes as well, because when the shyt hits the fan you want a team around you. However, I realize the life of writer is not destined to be that way. I do imagine and believe that I will be married one day. 

I anticipate greatness every day. I'm disappointed with certain happenings like everybody else in life. I'm human. I think in life you will always be chasing after the next and wanting to help them. I've come to the realization that without me being healthy, I can't be of service to anyone else. I'm important. I matter. Regardless, if you want to acknowledge that or not -- it doesn't matter to me anymore. I want the best for me. I want to become the best. The struggle is with self 24 hours a day (the mind is a beautiful thing and mysterious). I say listen to REAL music and exercise.

It has helped me out a lot. Now that the weather is back on track: I'm focusing on my health and me. I have decided to let go of trying to help everybody (because, everybody does not want to be helped). I rather be in tune and know that I'm doing my daily bid by helping others through my profession as a librarian than help you get up every morning to exercise. I boost this notion up five levels and conclude:

NO MORE DRAMA from you | he | she | be | they | it | them.