Dang, it’s been a minute since I penned a post. I could be real “pc” aka “politically correct” aka “tell people what I think they want to hear in a nice, soothing tone” and say, I promise to do better and write more. But in actuality, I really don’t care that it’s been over 3 months, no over 4 months. Take that back, 6 freakin months since
I wrote something.
But hey, if you’re here reading this, and you’re no stranger to my blog posts, then you know back in February I typed that my life would look different in 2016. Here we are in August, dang near done with the year, and different has arrived, different has set-up shop, and different has been welcomed with open arms. And if you’re no stranger to my blog posts and/or maybe you’re close enough to me that I’ve shared this with you…then you know I’m still in health oblivion. Meaning, I know there is something going on with my body, I just don’t have the professional, medical diagnosis. So I have self-diagnosed myself with multiple sclerosis bka MS. Most of my fellow Christians have been caring enough to tell me, Kim, don’t claim that. But doggone it, I want it to be MS, so I can lay all this limbo mess to rest. Matter of fact, there IS such a thing as MS limbo. For real, Google it. And I’m not going to get into the details of my symptoms, because they show up in a variety of ways. But, Google it.
I have good days and bad days. Good nights and bad nights. Good moments and bad moments. I wax and I wane. I ebb and I flow. These symptoms have been going on since November of last year, and I feel like I’m used to it. I’m currently seeking a second opinion and awaiting more tests. And I’ve learned that cutting the three white devils: flour, sugar, and salt, helps me to cope with the pain. I’m really excited for a diagnosis though! For real, no sarcasm there.
Enough about that. What else is different, Kim? I’m so glad you asked! Many of you know that I no longer work full-time at the U of M. I work a part-time, manual labor job. Yep, manual labor y’all. Though I am overweight, I thought I was in pretty good physical condition. I mean, I worked out 3-5 times a week. But continuously working out 3-5 hours a day…yo, that ish ain’t no joke. The first 2 days, I wanted to quit. Then I lost 5 pounds after the first week. Then I learned that physical activity curbed my pain. Plus cutting back on the white devils and watching what I eat, y’all, I’ve lost 20 pounds and I’ve toned-up in places that I never knew existed. I see curves and silhouettes. My skin glows. The dark spots on my face are vanishing. Believe it or not, I now look forward to that 3-5 hour workout. In case you didn’t know, I’m a bit vain. When that 20 pounds turns into 40 pounds, I swear y’all ain’t gone know me no more. A sister been trying to lose weight since 1997. I will be all up on the social medias. Everyday. Supreme selfies. Awesome angles. Luscious lighting. I just can’t wait to see how much more awesome my cheekbones will look.
Enough about work, though. What’s next for me passion-wise? People are always asking: Kim, what do you have planned next? Really y’all, I can’t think of anything that I really just have to accomplish. There’s nothing in life that I really just need. I don’t have any dreams, goals, or desires, that eat away at my soul and keep me awake at night. I’m pretty content with my current state of affairs. And what this contentment has afforded me is freedom. Freedom to say that whatever I do next, will be done because I want to do it, not because I have to do it. Freedom to say that I have no desire to impress you. I could care less about keeping up with you. And I have zero worries with what you have to say about what I do.
What am I doing next, though? Hmmmmm… I’ve got lots of ideas brewing in my head. I know I’m going to continue blogging and being an urban socialite and interviewing dope Memphians and making jewelry and hosting trunk shows. I’m enjoying the time I have to rest and relax. I’m enjoying getting home at 2 something in the afternoon and cooking dinner at 3p while drinking a glass of wine and taking a nap at 4p and waking up at 5p and binge watching Mad Men and Happyish and this new Netflix original, The Get Down. I’m enjoying this not whole not working towards a goal thing.
So. Again, what’s next? I don’t know, y’all. I toyed around with selling homemade ranch dressing, cause dude, that store-bought stuff has like 57 ingredients, and it’s yellow. I’ve been making this ranch dressing that’s sooooo fye 🙂 I thought about going to natural hair school. I may even start a matchmaking service…cause I just think that would be fun and hella interesting. Am I dating someone? Nope, but I believe one of my friends knows a guy who would be ideal for me. I don’t mind weeding through these guys, I just need that 1 degree of separation thing to work its magic. So the matchmaking service would be based on that premise. Interesting, huh?
Anyway. I’m not on a timeline to accomplish something. And I care not to ever be on a confined, restricted, boxed-in timeline.
2016 has definitely been different for me.
P.S. I’m fascinated with clouds and outer space. I snapped this pic bout a month ago. That bright spot on the right. Dude, that’s the moon.