She is no longer my step daughter legally but it was never of her fault…

Recently there has been a discussion about jealousy and whether it is a valid feeling. My stance is that it is a valid feeling.

Going through life I never considered myself a jealous person. I didn’t feel I had a reason to be. I wasn’t rich and for the window I was viewed through, grew up in poverty. My mother received assistance, a father was not present, I am the oldest of a large family-a secondary parent, and a latchkey kid. Though jealousy was not an option.

If I wanted something as a child, I saved for it, I asked for it if allowed - like my mother showed the means to provide it and I asked well in advance. I would ask could she save for me to have it. I asked strategically. I didn’t covet the most expensive sneakers or the most expensive clothes because I understood I couldn’t. I looked in magazines and planned for the future - my future. I watched TV and imagined what could be had for me.

I didn’t want someone else’s friends but I wanted friends. My life didn’t allow for me to have friends as often or hang out with groups. I learned to live in solitude. I wasn’t popular but people knew me and I knew people. I don’t remember boys having a crush on me. I remember a few here and there that showed interest towards me in my high school years, but didn’t go to my high school, with nothing coming of it.

I carried this lack of jealousy with me through college and through my different places of employment. Did I have wants? Yes, I wasn’t a person seeking this stripped enlightenment, just a normal day to day person with goals and dreams. I was just oblivious to anyone else except what I wanted.

Fast forward and I found myself married and an instant stepmother(it wasn’t a major issue). It is what festered within the relationship. I wasn’t in competition with a child though I would find myself asking a question that set off an alarm in myself that felt like jealousy.

“Why can’t you have the same patience with us as you do with her?”

This question came at the tail end of what seemed like the seventh argument that precluded the end of our marriage. I was speaking of me and our boys. The ones he had little patience or understanding for. It had been almost seven long years and now that question came up as one of the hard ones. Almost on the same rhythm of the question leaving my mouth, the realization that I was jealous of a 12 year old. I had whispered it under my breath and I was shocked by the revelation.

My memory was instantly flooded of times when I asked to hold her hand to walk into this building but felt a block. It was how I was excited to buy things for her but couldn’t feel anything at the time of presenting the items. There was a block that both of us felt and while I had expressed my disdain with her father’s actions on some instances, I didn’t realize how deep this unknown feeling had seeped inside. It seemed like I was only needed to cook for her and do her hair.

I didn’t recognize this feeling that was growing slowly and surely.

It wasn’t something I could address because I only saw this as temporary; as she was only here for the summers. I wanted so much to bond but it was hard and I felt at that moment why it was. Where that and another question sealed the fate of our marriage (I won’t go into detail).

I will say…

Jealousy isn’t unnatural it just doesn’t show up how you think it would.

Mookie💜

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When you listen to the audio, please understand I didn’t kill anyone…

I find myself censoring myself often. Censor myself for friends, family, colleagues, strangers because all the world’s a stage or the coercion of making my first impression my best impression. It seems like I am constantly having to sell myself but with edits. I don’t want to have censor myself because my initial voice is not pleasant or palatable. It’s too dry and no one knows that I am pleasant. That I am not necessarily having a bad day.

Ultimately it is self-sabotage.

How can one not censor themselves in groups where you are expected to censor. I’m not speaking of profane language, but what is seen as using softer language. All the cotton clusters, butterflies, and floral arrangements a sentence can have.

Just writing that last sentence has me grimace - I am not a puff pastry.

I am straightforward but diplomatic and I am able to pivot or change a standard if needed. I am almost chameleon like but why? Why is every scene a scene? What does it take to fully relax through? My therapist says I am very logical, that I must lead with more emotion. My friendships are approached differently from my business relationships.

Well that is going to change. We all are going to change, We are going to move from the shadows and do what we want because it is needed to stabilize the future. We have to bring back the real. I have to be okay again with with being open and elusive. I tried the rigidity of a “normal” life. I am ready to be free.

Join me.

Mookie💜✨️

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What does it mean to be young?

Why is there a sliding scale on being young? To save characters - we are jumping right into the “adult year.'“ One gets to 18 and and you are young. Get to age 21 and still young. Age 25 and your insurances is supposed drop but you are still young. Reach 30 and you guessed it - YOUNG!

Is this sliding scale handicapping those reaching for the rung of adulthood on the ladder of life. I dont know. While i want to be enthusiastic or see the brighter side of being told I look young - I cannot. I just want to live without pain or the constant suffering I see or hear about. I want to feel joy and freedom of expression without the responsibility l.

I can't because I am not young without responsibilities. I don’t have on blinders of attempting to establish myself and help others. Some days I want to be young again, but I would be returned to the world I left and I'm not sure how much or if I would do anything different.

Mookie💜

Would you wish to be younger?

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Who are my listeners, and/or readers? Who are you that have found yourself a part of my small, soon to be large audience? Are you part of the collective that has grown weary of mundane repetition when you expect growth of a certain evolutionary maturity-no, expansion- of the mind that we are not a layperson of destruction?

~we are animals though not to be a continuous warring species~

What needs to happen is that we move as a collective that has become tired of all this at the same time and not in waves? That we all collectively stop….

~are we stuck in a mental survival mode~

What I imagine happening is like a scene from a movie. No warning - just a switch that is turned on and can’t be stopped. For instance in ‘Left Behind’ people vanish. No warning to the masses. The person in front of you just walks and in a domino effect, the person in line is next, and then the next, so on and so on…

Just everywhere there is a mass disappearance from all walks of life. That is the type of movement I am expecting from a large number, well, all of us. That we stay home. We help our fellow man with whatever. Maybe not as dramatic that movie scene, but I didn’t want to use one where we turned into zombies. I want to show the impact of our indeterminate departure from everyday life.

~That we all stop participating. ~

Not as one-time thing. Not as a bargaining chip for the next week, next day, and next hour... An extended stay for this last bit of evolution. Then when they think it is going well, we do it again. We have to be tired of being used as fodder for low prices, that are not low. Fodder for special interest that don’t directly affect us. Fodder for the profit margin. Fodder for ideas built on a foundation of lies.

Who are we?

Oh let them write us as Pompei

Who stood in awe of the fire,

Watched those that writhe in pain,

At just the valley below.

For it was a sight they've never scene

Still staring in a wondernment of dismay

Mookie💜

p.s. : If you are wondering if these are my words, they are

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You start off with an idea of what you want to do and through the inevitable end up doing something else. There are others that have a plan and stick to that plan all the way through. Meaning they have a goal, know the steps to get there, and then follow through.

It’s not easy – it is determination.

In middle school you may decide to become a lawyer because its family legacy or some other substantial reason. Graduate middle school, head into high school and learn about college requirements. Throughout high school you do the testing, research colleges, maintain grades, and apply. You get accepted, completed the required schooling to proceed to law school. Everything works out and you become a lawyer.

Now suppose along any of those steps something doesn’t go to plan. That by your sophomore year of high school your grades begin to dip because life has become stressful. By graduation you haven’t recovered well enough to have the top grades for scholarship rewards. You still go to college even if your grades are lower than expected. You still move forward but with a change of plans – the change of how to get there but the goal is still the goal.

Every decision you make sometimes requires you in a subtle manner to adjust your plans. Sometimes as minor as taking a prerequisite course you hadn’t planned, to having to take some time off to handle personal matters.

Whatever the interruption may be, remember to be patient with yourself. Trust the process, even if it’s the process of the universe or your god.

My musing and random writings are nothing but thoughts that have needs to be released. Not all coherent and not all concises.

Mookie💜✨️

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The title is not a play on anything from the past. It is simply a fact for many of us in this world. Most people live on solid land, and humans cease being aquatic creatures shortly after birth. No matter how much we may love the water, we do not live in it. We are not fish.

Though some argue that we evolved from fish, we do not have gills. We have lungs—lungs made to breathe, bodies better suited for land.

At times, I wish I had gills, or at least loved the water enough to set aside the time and money to learn how to swim. But something always seems to stand in the way, as if to say that it is not yet my time. Even though I have not set that time aside for myself, I have done so for my children.

For those who cannot yet plan for themselves, for those who have not yet come into the awareness of how important a skill swimming is, someone must step up and take on that responsibility.

For now, my children have me. Not a perfect being, but someone who keeps their best interests at the forefront.

Mookie 💜

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Who decides the standards of dating and why do they keep changing?

It could all be so simple but we keep making it harder by lying or pretending to be someone we are not. Well I don’t mean to say “we” as if I am included. The only time I could remember pretending was being a wife. Well someone else wife… Then again I wouldn’t say pretend but acquiesced.

I felt trapped. There wasn’t a previous discussions of what would be expected to be his wife and if he had told me what to expect I would not have entered. That is the essence of dating. Getting out all of those expectations, well at least most.

It was interpreted that I enjoyed cleaning because I was constantly cleaning and not that I was constantly cleaning because everyone was so messy all the time. Laughable still so many years later. I do not have a servant’s heart, I have a helper’s heart. Meaning I am more apt to want to help, not serve you.

I wish dating could be easier for the youth but people have too many podcasts delivering caustic opinions. Opinions into a vacuum. Until next time.

Here's a poem I wrote. It's not in my latest book, but it is how I have been feeling lately.

This last one has been trying to leave me

It's been hard letting go

The person I let know me

Is the one I have to let go

So another one can find me

Its been hard not because of comfort

Because I really cared

Because I couldn't doubt

The feelings were really there

Mookie 💜

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I was sitting alone in the park and not bothering anyone. It was a public area and I couldn’t prevent anyone from sitting in a public setting. Someone approaches where I was sitting and I immediately look to the left and right to empty benches. It’s nighttime and I am a woman sitting alone in a busy area… this was not the time.

Because I do not have a flowery or buttery disposition from the cares of the world and my personal ecosystem, it is hard for the stern voice to stay locked away. My thoughts immediately go to a “please not today” tone, but this real life and I have years of personnel experience of people encountering me and assuming the worse.

*side note: what happen to pages automatically scrolling down when typing so that the current line is mid-page. Did I imagine that?

Well I am sitting in this park and this man comes up to me and does not read the situation. Does not read my tone, body language and by now he has ignored the setting. It is a public place and I do not know if this man is homeless our not and there is already a homeless woman screaming to the rear of me and I rather not set another off.

So I sit there and let a man prattle off about his manuscript that was stolen by someone else. The wind begins to nip at my arms and I offer advice begin again as I excuse myself back to my room. There is no need to further ruin a peaceful night by giving a rude send off.

Sometimes I feel too polite.

Mookie 💜

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Perspective: a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.

I had to recently look at how I viewed holidays. At one point in my life they were a joyous occasion. I loved decorating, organizing dinner or lunch gatherings, spreading the word on events or I was just there. I still do enjoy a reason to celebrate, even holidays that don’t involve my own cultural background. Why I do these invents has never been a question for me.

It is a matter of perspective…

I want to be involved with the collective if they allow. I’m not a fan of small talk but I am a fan of learning. The more I learn about you the more I find similarities between us. That give us something to join in joy with each other. Furthering how we can find shared interest. Same reason I like competition, beneficial competition.

Mookie 💜

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Do you ever find yourself sitting and suddenly a thought pops up and then becomes so repetitive to point of having you act? Is that your intuition or a feeling of your standards not being met? Let’s look at the definitions of intuition and standard.

Intuition: the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning

Standard: a level of quality, achievement, performance, etc., that is considered acceptable or desirable

We all have some sort of intuition and in some things in our lives we have standards. Both are developed continuously. More often than not our standards are developed more than our intuition. Our intuition is ignored because of our wants. Our standards improve because our intuition was ignored. If we choose to ignore our intuition, let it not be for too long and for too little.

Mookie 💜

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