The best advice is self-prescribed…

I keep thinking to myself, “girl, you’re beautiful, you may not be perfect, but you are certainly worth it…” so why can’t I transfer my thoughts to the blueprint of my actions? Why do I act up, when I know better? I know who is undeserving of me, my time, my worry, my prayer, my tears, and the beautiful music my heart and brain make when successfully intertwined. So why am I seething over love lost? Why am I lacing up my running shoes when I should be catering to an individual who ran the race good enough to put his away, even though he chooses not to. I want to be found, am I ready to be found? I see myself as only potential, I know one day I’ll be greater than I ever imagined, but my patience stands in between me realizing and being comfortable with tht. Should I grow tired of the unfinished masterpieces I’ve collected, of little worth to me now…since I can not gloat of works incomplete? Should I build myself, with God, and remain focused on tht until he finishes the piece meant for me? I know the answer to tht, the only issue is the “P” word…yeah…PATIENCE. Something we as women rarely posses, we want whatever we want, when we want it, which is usually now. But who am I to demand something unfinished and complain to God for sending me something I must “work with”. It could all be so simple, but we are too caught up in what the next person is receiving to wait our turn. We choose to settle, the minute we realize there is something we have to give up in order to be happy, we consider it compromise…for love’s sake, But you see, real love is uncompromisable, it is ready, full grown, ripe, shameless, unconditional, resilient. So, if everyday, until I find this kind, I love with compromise, not ready, premature, raw, shamefully, conditioned, and brief….this love will keep me company, so long as I don’t take it personal…this way…I will appreciated my destiny when it is finally fulfilled.

- kw