by Kenny Reeves
Man, so it was a matter of time before I had to punch in on one of these , so without further adieu , I present to you #FeelsLikeFriday Vol. 2. So to my understanding, these things are designed to musically describe your week, so let’s talk about it. This week for me was a share of ups, downs and a whole lot of chilling. I managed to secure another major interview bag, I made a lil bread this week, flirted with my fiancé all week, had an IDGAF moment with Dallas County Sheriff’s Department and in light of Trump’s sorry ass White House spread I thought back to my favorite president. It’s safe to say my week was a whirlwind of craziness, but no matter how crazy and/or chill your week is, never forget to call your mothers, especially if her name is Rosalind Reeves, because she will definitely let you know about your bitchassness. TGIF!
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I can’t write this letting anger win, not on the first beautiful Dallas day we’ve had in weeks. Not on Women’s Day. It’s not a 3:30 service attached to it, but let’s praise the queens today. I’mgonna try my best to do it my way despite that derivative emotion lingering.
My Father used to tell me, “Life is going to kick you in your ass.” Just like that, every bit of bluntness you can imagine. We must first, develop an acquaintanceship with our pain, fears and problems. We need to get completely comfortable with what we find uncomfortable about ourselves and our journey. The embracing of these issues will eventually give us the callous mentality that’s a necessity when facing the painful bullshit life hurls our way.
Can I be honest?
The past few weeks have been heavy in my world. A lot of push and pull, and trying to figure out why certain things refuse to come together while other things continue to fall apart. This week was the first time I recognized it for what it really was:
Sometimes our plans don’t pan out because we’d never step into what we’re actually supposed to be doing if things were shaping up how we wanted. We’d never take hold of the best our lives have to offer because we’d be so comfortable with lives, careers, relationships, and plans that are just, well . . . decent. Even when it doesn’t feel quite right.
So on this Friday I’m grateful that God isn’t letting me stay comfortable enough to settle for decent, even though it’s been uncomfortable in the in-between.