Lost in the Sauce

We are emerging, gently emerging, from too much "yes!" and o so little "no".

Too much "I'd love to/of course i'll join your group/.org/ministry/guild/board/initiative" which always blossoms into two subcommittees and three tacitly understood volunteer "opportunities"...each. (Add to that the nasty grind of *!%*&^# Medicaid for Mama ...ouch.)

Yes, honey. Had to turn off the TV and have us a good few plenary sessions with our own Divaself and prayerfully rediscover why we were clocking 12 and 14hour days with nary a poem nor a rewrite, neither sketch nor scribble to show for it!

"I'd love to..." What kind of love is this? that doesn't include you!

In short: re-discovering & then minding the business of my life just came off the back burner, baby.

As La Bassey tells me daily and even now as we speak, "we've got a lot of living to do!" which is hard to accomplish if you are always hunkered down in this war room or t'other thrashing out best practices and language and politics and ...well ...essentially ... crap that has little or nothing to do with why you were sent to this Glorious Orb in the first place.

Saying clear, firm yet loving "no, i won't go with you to the second crime scene" enough times has begun to save my mind, rescue my creativity and wrest my divine energy from the hands of those who, with my good will, ample help, generosity and permission, are & have been getting their goals accomplished beautifully...while mine founder.

Now your DivaCardista is not regretful of anything we've done, nor are we blaming or anti-anyone with whom we've journeyed toward their goals. Not at all. (Matter of fact, when we get our wind back, probably be ready f'more ...but not until. And, certainly, not as much or as often...)

Because, after all, it's not been all bad, we've learned a lot, o my how we've grown ...blah blah blah...

Just ready to get it started over here, is all I'm sayin', where I stay, where I revel and domineer, once again re-balanced and back on track and before this beautiful, dangerously steamy, longed for summer becomes memory.

Not even saying you haven't heard this before, but because it can happen so stealthily and, over time, repeatedly, this giving and renting out pieces of you and your passionate, delicate self, I write today.

And if this helps you even a bit, holla atcha grrl DivaC.

Blessings,
DivaCardista
www.blessedstarcards.com

zapnin!

just thought i'd take a break from prep for an end of the week blessedstarcards.com vendor opportunity on Saturday--yay! but sheesh!--and say howdy y'all!

hope all is super well.

so glad it's summertime i don't know what to do!

love just throwing on a 1/4 lb. of cloth, grabbing my keys and a coupla Jacksons and out the door! now, that's what i call liberation.

speaking of which...

your DivaCardista finally got herself some wheels!

holla if you, too, are loving the SUV life! my initial intention was to get myself a sweet lil Toy-yota, but then this pretty lil SUV just caught my heart, let me tell you. Her name is Baybee. And, Lord have mercy, with all the pure-d stress that i have had to endure just to get something as quotidian as a doggone car, you would have thought I was trying to adopt an Eritrean orphan child! SO much we have gone through since last we spoke. Mph mph mph. but Baybee is mine now, tags and all.

now... all we need to do is learn how to park and rock the K turn without blemish or flaw. (Pray my strength!)

and, yes, they have finished mashing my insides around and draining off my life fluids for a while because--yay!--they didn't find a n ything rare or terribly disturbing going on inside. Thank you Lord!

now we just have to make our annual LadyDr. appointments and we will be straight re: the medical professionals in my life.

oh, and I joined a gym! the Good Lord built one right on the corner, as in: no matter what i do in the neighborhood i have to pass it anyway, so i may as well git in where i fit in...before i can't fit no more (clothes, furniture, public/private transport...)

got me a trainer and everything.

now how blessed is that?

now, you take care of your lovely self as well, ok? promise?

Blessings,
DivaCardista
blessedstarcards.com

PS: HAPPY [142ND ANNIVERSARY OF] JUNETEENTH!