Okay babes. Let’s get real for a second or two.
I went to the store (Target specifically) and witnessed something that irked me so bad. So much so that I’m scraping the original direction for this post and taking you guys down a different path.
I had to share this with y’all because, 1) I hope to the heavens you’re not this type of babe & 2) witnessing something like this left the worst kind of taste in my mouth that seemingly won’t be alleviated, until sharing.
Hello babes.
It’s Sunday, so I’m back with another entry in this five week series about incorporating More Jesus In July. As I’ve said previously, this series is something that means a great deal. Find out why I started it and the overall background behind the series, here.
Hi babes and Happy Sunday. If you tuned in last week to this series then you know what time it is. If you didn’t and have no idea what’s going on… ABORT ABORT. No, I’m kidding! Catch up here and come back and join me.
Happy Sunday babes!
If you babes follow me on instagram, you probably have watched the backstory of what I’ll be chatting about in this post. If you haven’t, let me give you guys some of said backstory.
Today after shooting some content for the blog, I met up with someone that means a great deal to me. To you guys she would be identified as a former boss (because technically that’s what she is), but to me she’s so much more. Her entry into my life was pretty unexpected. However, that’s how the best things come into one’s life most times: out of the blue and unexpectedly.
Dear Almost Love,
I was so young when I met you. Like the young where I didn’t know who I was and wasn’t sure about where I belonged… young. The young where being in love was such a magical fantasy, but I knew I wanted to experience the magic, at least for a little while. I thought I’d experienced it with you. Or at least felt like I was about to.
Disclaimer. I’m just going to be honest. This is all about me being honest about my feelings. This is my truth. I don’t want to know what you were really thinking during that time or what you were playing at because it doesn’t matter. What matters is me keeping that time in my life intact for memories sake. I know now, that it was all bullshit, but hey… it was a time in my life that taught me a great deal. So in my eyes it wasn’t bullshit, in fact it was the complete opposite. It was meaningful.
