Saturday, January 14, 2012

The Kids Will Be All Right

I’ve said it before and I’m going to say it again: I can always count on Rich Young, the Clyde to my Bonnie, to bestow upon me a gem of truth and knowledge. He has got to be one of the smartest people I know. Let me bless ya’ll with this real quick as I have been so blessed…
“That’s the thing about a sequel, I don’t subscribe to them because they are never as good as the original”
Genius, right?!? Like pure, unfiltered, straight up and down genius. I thought about this hours after my conversation with Rich ended and it just makes so much sense.

I have found that at many moments in my life I have been tricked back into loving someone that I once loved before. And each time I find that things fall apart faster than they did to begin with.

 I anxiously purchase my $12 ticket to see the anticipated Part II even though the previews didn’t look that great and the critics all bashed the plot and the cast. The initial reconnect is always amazing as I am brought back to a place where my memories reside. I am overcome with the same elation and excitement that I felt with the first date, the first kiss, and the first touch. I wrap myself in sweet sweet memories and my mind is fucked into believing that I can recreate these precious moments that I hold so close to my heart. But it never ends up working that way as reality begins to set in and I remove the rose colored glasses and see what is really in front of me. It’s almost like I am holding onto sand. My grip is so tight that my joints begin to ache but no matter how hard I try it just slips through my fingers anyway. Desperate attempts to relive a time in my life when I was happy and when I felt like I was in love and when I felt like I was being loved back. But that’s never what part deux really is. It’s always a mind trick by a man that knows how to manipulate my emotions and knows how to trick me into bed and knows how to maintain me and how to pretend to love me. Is it my fault for being stupid and for allowing myself to be vulnerable? Is it my fault for purchasing the ticket to “Chacha’s Failed Love Life” II in 3D? Maybe. Maybe not. But I do know that history has proven the sequel is never ever EVER as good as the original. Sometimes it might just be better to reminisce in the past for a few good moments out of your day and then move forward with life. Progress ya'll. Just keep that in mind and proceed with caution and the kids should be all right.

XOXO,

CHACHA

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Welcome to 2012!

Welcome to 2012 boys and girls!

It’s a brand new year and, as always, this is going to be everyone’s BEST YEAR EVER! Isn’t it funny how every single person on earth always gears up for the rise of a new beginning super amped because the year that is coming to a close that was once supposed to be the “best year ever” turned out to be not so best? Well, I’m honestly convinced that this year really is going to be the best year ever. The final days of 2011 were the ultimate set up for greatness. New job, a blossoming business, national media recognition, and a few awesome interactions with friends, conversations, occurrences that led me to plant the seeds for the cornerstones that this year/the rest of my life will be founded upon.

And I now present to you 11 things that I learned in 2011.

1.   Peace of mind comes with managing your expectations. I can always count on Rich Young to give me what I need. Managing your expectations…that’s a powerful phrase. Don’t expect a cow to bark or a dog to moo. Don’t expect Tyrone to take you to brunch at the Ivy because he won’t. And it’s unfair for you to be mad when you are sitting in the back seat of his 92 Camaro with a 2 piece and a biscuit. And a soda if you’re lucky.

2.   Accountability is key. Take responsibility for your actions. Take responsibility for your personal successes in addition to your let downs. Playing the victim ain’t never been cute. If you want something to happen…handle that ish!

3.   Blessed are the flexible for they never get bent out of shape. When things go wrong just woo-sah, refresh, and regroup. There’s no sense in crying over spilt milk. Clean that shit up and pour yourself some lemonade instead.

4.   A. If you don’t have friends that you can make money with then your life is an ultimate #fail. Surround yourself with greatness and you will be great. Don’t be afraid to discuss your ideas or feed off of each other’s creative energy. #Getmoneybitch

B. Scared money don’t make no money. The craziest most randomest (yes, I am aware that this isn’t a word, however, this IS my blog which means that I can do what I want *hmph*) ideas can prove to be quite profitable.

5.   Your first mind is your right mind. Never second guess yourself. Think long, think wrong. 99% of the time your initial reaction is what you should go with. Unless your first thought is that taking your top off while on spring break in Miami for random men with cameras will land you a role in the next Twilight movie…because it likely won’t.

6.   Take the time to enjoy life and acknowledge your blessings. We have soooooooo many years of worrying about BS ahead of us. Sometimes you really do need to just stop and smell the roses. Life is short. Love hard. Live BOLD.

7.   Love never dies willingly…it is assassinated. An entire post will be dedicated to expounding upon this thought in the very near future. Tune in.

8.   Don’t spend time or energy investing in someone that is not spending time or energy investing in you.

9.   It is dangerous to settle for temporary emotional fulfillment when it is clear that a relationship isn’t going anywhere. Date with integrity. (This was retweeted into my twitter timeline and I thought it to be pretty amazing. I should have just taken the credit for it…)

10. Though we understand and appreciate the brilliance of #9, we must also consider that not every man is going to be your future husband. Enjoy yourself and live your life.

11. Don’t make something hard that doesn’t have to be. Work smarter and not harder.

Happy #2012 ya’ll! Make this the BEST YEAR EVER!


XOXO,

ChaCha