As I’m Walking…

I always make a promise to myself that I’m going to do more blogging when hitting the new year. My main blogging consists of the #Write365, Midweek Thoughts, Bumps and Burials and the weekly Gratitude posts. When I first started blogging back on Blogspot, I was more open with it but as the years go on the scope has changed and now people are successful on Youtube, podcasts and other forms. Once again, I made that promise to myself so here we go. But enough of that, let me get to the meat of why I am posting this.

I was on Twitter and Beauty Jackson had posted about her first day of school. Whenever she posts something personal, I find myself wishing that I had that patience to be that thorough. So all day yesterday, I was thinking about what I could just possibly talk about without getting bored and sending the draft to the trash bin. I know that I don’t always show the happier side of myself. I keep it hidden as I would rather not have anyone try to steal my joy.

As I’m walking down the hallway, Sade’s “Smooth Operator” was playing in my ear and it was something about that saxophone that had me feeling some kind of way. Sometimes that right show plays and it will do something to your spirit. It will shake you out of a funk or provide some genuine memory that will make you want to reach out to an old friend.

As I’m walking down that same hallway, Mya’s “Baby, It’s Yours” started to play and then that takes me back to 1999 out at Towson Mall going to see 10 Things I Hate About You on a date with a young lady (who shares the same name of a famous singer) and how things were much simpler those days.

As I’m walking down the street, Anita Baker’s “Same Ole Love (365 Days)” and it takes me back to 1986 and hearing my mother sing this album from beginning to end. A large part of the reason why Rapture will always be one of my favorites.

And the quickest way to disturb that groove (see what I did there) is to interrupt my moments of joy with some sort of fuckery. Allow me the few minutes of pleasure while we’re in troubled times.