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… i hear ya talkin.

but….

are your actions in line with your goals?….

you say you want something.. what ever that thing may be… do your actions reflect that you are serious about this… thing that you want? be honest with yourself.

had a convo that sparked these thoughts… and i couldn’t rest until i shared my thoughts on the matter.

be honest with yourself and what it is that you want. we are wise enough to know when our deeds are out of sync with our words.

no matter what you say… people will often remember what you did… but always remember how you made them feel.

jus’ sayin.

~dy

 

got gas?

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i remember… this one time… i was driving from Miami to Tampa and i’d forgotten to get gas before i got on Alligator Alley, a LONG stretch of I-75, with no exits and no gas stations… i can’t say how long exactly, but lets just say that you should proooobably have more than a quarter tank of gas before you hit it. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alligator_Alley) ….

anyway, i was a lil ways in when i realized that i was very low on gas and i started to panic. i didnt want to be stuck on the highway, alongside the Everglades, during summertime, in Florida, with no AC, by myself… waiting for AAA to find me. i pulled over and sat for a while… thinking. i was SO nervous…a decision had to be made. should i make a u-turn across this HUGE median in my Mustang or try to keep going?

i keep this story in my mind because it reminds me to make sure that i have what i NEED before i move forward. how you gonna start a journey without your basic fundamentals? i mean, my goodness, Diana (that’s what my mama named me)…so anxious to get to my destination that I forgot the basic necessity…the essentials.

think about it… there is always a decision to be made about something.. there is always something we want to be and somewhere that we want to go…picture it. it looks good, right?

now ask yourself, do you have what you NEED to get there?

check your tank.

~dy

 

nothing before its time…

…on many occasions, i find myself saying… “if i knew then, what i know now.. i would be… ” or “i would have…” i must continuously remind myself that i did the best i could with what i had at the time. i made the best decisions possible with the knowledge and experience base that i had at the time. there are so many things that i THINK that i could have done differently to wind up with different outcomes. maybe if i moved this particular piece to left and kept this piece right here…maybe i would be at a different point in life. but the reality is…i dont KNOW that to be true.

so then, why should i use this brilliant mind to dream up hypotheticals instead of dreaming up possibilities for my future?…

ahh. that sounds good… doesnt it?

easier said than done, but im a work in progress… im also an artist, which means that i have a vivid imagination. i can conjure up an image of my “could have been life” that is the stuff that movies are made of… but at least im wise enough to know the difference between illusion and reality.

im growing and learning.

work with me. (im talkin’ to myself again…)

~dy

i Big Chopped…it was fun.. now what?!

SWITCH!

It’s been about a month and a half since I cut my hair. I’ve been loving the change.. but when I look at pics of my long locs, I do miss them… a little. On the other hand, I am completely fascinated by my new hair. Not the style…but my actual hair itself.

You see, this is the first time that I am seeing my hair grow out of my head (the shaved part) in an unaltered state. I mean, I know that I experienced this as a baby.. lol.. but my hair was blow dried and pressed at a young age… shortly after came the perms/relaxers. When I did decide to loc, I started by two strand twisting my straightened hair. When I had about a half inch of new growth, I did my big chop. So, watching my hair grow out… in its purest form has me absolutely captivated. I can’t stop touching it. I get why dudes walk around brushing their hair.. It… feels… great! LoL.

I am at a weird spot though.. as much as I am loving this…I have to wonder what comes next. Its been about six weeks and I am ready to let my hair grow out… but how?? Am I going to walk around with an AFRO on the sides and locs on top? LOL. My stylist is going to have to get really creative with this one.

At any rate, I’m loving the journey and all of the amazing things that my hair can do.

=)

~dy

“I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanized or de-humanized. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.”

― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

 

My girl, Donalee, shared this quote and I just had to repost as it really hit home. I dont  believe that any further explanation is necessary. Essentially, our quality of life comes down to us.. how we chosse to react and how we treat others, even when we think that they deserve harsh treatment, will ultimately impact the way our life plays out… everything is a choice.

I’m learnin..

~dy

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