DEALING WITH DISAPPOINTMENT

How well you handle disappointment says a lot about your character. Life dishes up disappointment like daily specials at a corner diner.  They’re the speed bumps of life.  Some bumps are small like rain on the day you’ve planned an outside activity.  Others  are major like losing your house keys when you need to get to the bathroom. When life dishes up surprises I have a few choice ways for handling the unexpected.  I curl up in bed and hide under the blanket or cry in my soup and accept the inevitable, or square my shoulders to dig deeper for more determination.

This week my writing career hit a speed bump.  Like many diligent writers, I followed all the rules. I wrote the best manuscript I possibility could.  I shopped it around at several conferences, found an interested editor and sent it to her. Then, I started to work immediately on my next story idea.  In between I watched the phone and the mail, waiting for those magically words.  I waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.     

I waited four long grueling months before I decided to check on my manuscript.  I felt like someone had poured ice water down my back when I was told my manuscript could not be found.  Four months of waiting and nothing to show for it.  I had to reset the clock and start all over again.  The editor was kind enough to request I resend the manuscript and I did.  But first I had to wallow in my misfortune.  I gave myself four whole days to nurture my disaster.  Then I dusted off my melancholy and mailed another manuscript.  The waiting clock has been reset, life has returned to normal.  I’m waiting.

When life throws you a curve ball, what do you do?

THE WORLD OF COMPROMISE

Did you compromise in your career?  Your chosen field of study? Where you live? Or your mate?  Maybe you compromised on what you ate for dinner last night. We all do it, sometimes knowingly, other times subconsciously. I imagine no one moves forward without making some compromises or concessions; that is of course unless you have a bulldozer personality.

 

When I was graduating from high school my mother sat me down, looked into my wild, excited eyes and said, “You better study something in college so that you can get a job when you graduate.”  I was disappointed.  I wanted to be a writer.  But she gave me excellent advice.  My mother is a fiercely independent woman who knows how hard the world can be. Her reality said black women can’t make a living writing.  So like a good daughter, I followed her sage advice and my life has turned out quite well.  (Thanks Mom!)  But of course I can’t help wondering ‘what if’.

If I had studied journalism in college instead of business administration would I now be a published author or would I be a starving writer, waiting tables while penning my big New York Times bestseller?  I’m getting a late start on the whole novel-writing thing, but I’d like to think my experiences add depth to my writing.

I wanted to know if I’m the only one scratching my head and pondering my choices, so I asked several people this question:

 

“If you could talk to your 18 year-old self, what would you say?”

 

To my amazement many of the responses   A few of them are below:

 

LW:        Follow your heart.  Don’t do what you think you should, do what you want

PC:         Keep writing.  Write your heart out

KM:        You’re not a bad person. Don’t go through life depressed

KRH:     Stop, relax, have some fun. Enjoy life

GH:        Enjoy yourself.  Live life to its fullest

RW:        Don’t be afraid. Follow your dreams

EB:         Learn as much as you can and you can do anything

PB:         In one lifetime you can have several careers, don’t fuss over one too much

Now it’s your turn.  “If you could talk to your 18 year-old self, what would you say?”

RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS

28 slices of cheesecake

25 peach cobblers

8 vanilla bean crème brulees

50 scoops of ice creams

100 pieces of chocolate – hopefully with nuts

15 slices of cakes with delicious icing

 

This highlights a small portion of the wonderful desserts I’ve shared in the last few years while dining with family and friends.  We try not to eat sweets at breakfast.  It’s amazing how troubles and worries melt away while talking about them over while shoving something sinfully sweet into your mouth.

A few years back my family and I moved to Houston, Texas.  During our first few months there we unpacked boxes, navigated our way to the school and to work without getting lost and found our way to the fabulous mall, the Galleria.  We located all the good restaurants and checked out every Bar-be-que joint within a 20 mile radius. When we finally settled down and began to call the Lone Star state home, one thing was missing; my extended family and friends.

Sure we talked on the phone, we even sent a few e-mails but not being able to see them and share in their daily lives wasn’t easy.  One of my nicest surprises has been opening the door one warm evening and finding three of my dearest friends stand there.  They flew to Texas to celebrate my birthday.  I have never forgotten how they put their busy schedules on hold for me.  And thinking about it now still warms my heart and makes me smile.

Now we’re back on the east coast.  Back to where our roots grow strong and deep.

What I’ve learned is relationships require touch-points.  They require picking up the phone and making that call; driving those few extra miles to check in or making the time on your calendar. Family and good friends are precious gifts.

How do you stay connected with the people that are special to you?

 

FAREWELL SUMMER

As summer draws to a close it makes me think about how much I cherished my summer vacations with my sisters.  When we were young, every summer we packed our shorts, tennis shoes and bathing suits and headed to Virginia.  Compared to growing up in the city it felt like a whole new world.  We tried to cram a lifetime into those two months.  And every year when September rolled around we headed home with lots of new adventures and experiences to hold us over until the next summer.

A few years ago I penned the followed ode, to help me remember the highlights that I hold so dear.

LAZY SUMMER DAYS

I remember lazy, lazy summer days when we crawled out of bed; ate breakfast of eggs, potatoes, bacon and toast smeared with sweet butter and grape jelly.  While our stomachs were still full we ran to the garden, snatched ripe tomatoes off the vine and sprinkled them with the salt stolen from the kitchen table.

I remember lazy, lazy summer days that seemed to go on forever; sitting on the front porch, laughing while we planned our futures.  Believing whatever we said would come true simply because we had the courage to voice it.

I remember lazy, lazy summer days waiting for rain showers to end so we could splash our bare feet in the rain water as it ran down the city drain.  Then we slid across the wet grass to play on the swings and soar to the sky.

I remember lazy, lazy summer days sandwiched between the school years when everything was funny and sweet and pure and simple.  We chased butterflies and lightning bugs, placed them in glass jars and fed them blades of grass.

I remember lazy, lazy summer days jumping rope, playing tag and red light, green light.  The only thing that ended our joyful frolic was pure exhaustion.  Then we crammed into the full size bed, told stories while we waited for the heat to dissipate so we could fall asleep.

I loved and miss those lazy summer days.     THE END

 

Share something that made your summer special.

 

SLOWING DOWN

It’s become our tradition, every Memorial Day my husband and I go to the National Harbor on the Maryland, Virginia border. Rediscovering all the free museums and monuments has been a blast. This year we choose to visit the Washington Monument. Unfortunately, the reflecting pool was empty and under construction, but it didn’t stop us from enjoying the beauty of this national treasure.

Of course while we were there we made some time for family. We’ve got a new baby in the family so one afternoon was spent sprawled on the floor watching him suck his toes. Now I know that might not sound like a lot of fun for some of you, but for one afternoon, we slowed down and relaxed. No phones, no computers, just one baby with ten fascinating toes. When I’m back to my hectic schedule I realize just how much I enjoyed that one afternoon.

Tell me about an unexpected joy you had in the last month.

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