#69
Color: DIVA BLUE
April 8, 2011
Song: "Diva" Beyonce


MONDAY:
I woke up this morning.
I greeted myself with a Sunglow warm
"Good Morning"
And reminded myself
To continue to live in passion
And not fear...
To embrace challenge
To relinquish regret.
Do not allow myself to be punished
For the mistake of others
And to love
Like there was never hurt.
I woke UP this morning.

TUESDAY:
I woke UP this morning.
And said
Man, you gotta thank the people who love you.
It's not always given
Freely
Or easily.
You gotta thank the people who love you
For it comforts you in your loneliness and quiet.
You gotta thank the people who love you
Because food is for the body,
Love is for the spirit.
You gotta thank the people who love you
Because when you close them eyes at night,
Your dreams are cast with those people.
You gotta thank the people who love you
Because we respond to positive reinforcement and gratitude...
And it encourages us to keep giving.
You gotta thank the people who love you
Because there are plenty of people who don't.
You gotta thank the people who love you
Because, well sh!t, it's polite.
And I woke UP this morning.

WEDNESDAY:
I woke UP this morning.
I savored a strawberry for breakfast.
I danced in a waterfall for lunch.
Still flying without a net
I laid myself out for my lover to feast
Floating on love by candlelight
And for that,
I woke UP this morning.

THURSDAY:
I woke UP this morning.
I caught truth like a butterfly
And whispered
It's not you.
It's me.
It's not you who loves me endlessly.
It's me.
It's not you who celebrates my romantic heart
It's me.
It's not you who leaves me empty.
It's me.
It's not you who causes my pain.
It's me.
It's not you I choose to love.
It's me.
Every day I must choose me
In order to choose you.
And if you can not choose me.
I can not choose you.
Despite how much I want to.
We all deserve what we want.
But if you participate in what you don't want,
You deserve what you get.
And as not to deprive myself of the love I deserve,
I woke UP this morning.

FRIDAY:
I woke UP this morning.
My journal DEMANDED I hold myself accountable
For my own actions
And my own choices.
My failings are simply my trials.
My successes are merely taunts to see if I can repeat them.
Neither need me lingerin' too long on them.
I looked at what I wrote
And realized I needed to challenge myself
To be a better me.
I woke UP this morning.

SATURDAY:
I woke UP this morning.
Holdin' a yard sale
On the emotional clutter
The blessin' blockers
The insecure, fearful no risk takin' single sock bin
Cause NOTHING matches mess!
I have no regrets...at all.
I put myself out there...
My art...
My passion...
My love.
I can control if I give it,
So I give it
Willingly,
Freely
And fiercely.
I can NOT control if I get it back,
So I can't worry
About your worries
About reciprocity,
Exposure,
And vulnerability.
I can't carry your fear.
It's too heavy.
It gets in the way of my day.
And if someone else wants it
They can have it
For free!
From me.
Make it free of me.
EVERYTHING MUST GO!
I woke UP this morning.

SUNDAY:
I woke UP this morning.
I thanked the Lord for all the days before and all the days to come.
And I reminded myself
of my mantra
out of my last week
and into my new week:
"My creative and entrepreneurial success exist in
My Hunger: My fearless passion to succeed despite the prospect of failure;
My Hustle: My restless efforts to achieve my goals through networking and moving mountains, one pebble at a time;
and
My Hallelujah: Maintaining faith and giving praise for knowing I am ALWAYS assisted and NEVER alone. I am living a celebrated life.
I have heroes
Super, as they are...
And they are waiting on me
They are not waiting on the world of 'theys' and 'thems'
They are waiting on me
To step up
And deliver them properly!
I have the key.
I have to turn it
And press the gas.
I woke UP this morning.


MONDAY:
I woke UP this morning.
Opened my eyes.
Laying on my stomach
I look over at possibilities
And the rainbow
Next to the bed.
I rolled my fingers over the crayons next to the bed
And smiled at Tickle Me Pink
And Cotton Candy's sweetness.
I pulled the pillow closer to my chin
Like a lover's shoulder
I smiled at the memory of a Cerulean blues night
Sat up into my Sunglow morning
And I,
With a deep calming sigh
And a sure,
Resounding voice,
Greeted the Diva
"Good morning."

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