Everyone has had a time in their life when they've encountered a situation in which they were näive, but of course they don't realize just how näive they were until AFTER the fact. Of course after it's all said and done, we walk away feeling remorseful about the role we played, reflecting on past times in which red flags may have been all around us yet we still chose to be blind. It's not easy owning up to your own shit, but it's a sign of growth and maturity when you can take all of those growing pains and turn them into valuable life lessons. So the next time you catch yourself regretting past mistakes, try this exercise:
3. Repeat this mantra: "I am longer the person I was in the past. I no longer accept mediocre love. I no longer accept mediocrity in GENERAL. I forgive myself for my past mistakes, and I forgive those who may have taken advantage of my weaknesses in order to fufill their own selfish desires. I will only visit the past as a reminder of how far I've came, and I will look forward to the future, ecstatic about where I'm about to go." Onward and upward, my loves. BH
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Good evening and happy Hump day! So, I've been doing a terrible job with keeping up with the #SultrySunday posts, but as promised, I will do my best to post when I have the free time to do so. This time around, I decided to post a throwback poem that I wrote some moons ago and let's just say that it's quite...sultry. Here goes... "The Young and the Restless"...
Let me be your fountain of youth, Let me remind you of your first wet dream: you caressing me, I caressing you, feeling every toughened muscle and tendon all the way down to your manhood, slowly making my way on top of you..then you wake up in a pool of your posterity, feeling embarrassed and proud all at once... Let me remind you of your younger days, when money was funny but good times were plenty, when your five o'clock shadow was barely reaching noon... Will you allow me to? Or will you listen to your seasoned mind tell you not to go back in time, that those days are over, that you're no longer desirable to a young woman like myself? Can't you tell by the lust in my eyes and the anticipation on my lips that I want you...wisdom and all? I want to straddle upon your mind and ride it until you eject experience into me, and I want to be penetrated with your virility until I ascend into the cosmos with pleasure... Perhaps I should slow my roll and stay in my place...pardon me for being so bold, so audacious, so ardent...so...young... But isn't that what draws you to me? I too see that lust in your eyes, that anticipation upon your lips...to touch, to taste your youth just one more time... So, taste me...touch me...Just...one...time... -Black Honeycomb Good evening, and happy #TuneInThursday! Yes, there has been some changes taking place here in the Honeycomb, the theme of Friday eve being one of them. I chose the theme #TuneInThursday because I am a believer of self-talk and "tuning in" to hearing what your heart and your God-guided spirit has to say about the many different situations that pop up in life. Some of those situations can be something as simple as deciding what to wear for an important interview, or something as drastic as what to do when you've lost a loved one, a well-paying job, or a long-term relationship that may have been on the road to marital bliss. The latter of those situations can be detrimental to an overall healthy spirit and psyche, thus bringing me to this: Darkness in our lives does not discriminate. It can hit as at any moment, and it can destroy us in any moment as well--IF we allow it. What we can learn in our darkness is more important than the temporary feelings of loneliness, melancholy, meaninglessness, and self-loathing; wallowing in those negative emotions will only dig one deeper into the abyss, making it difficult to see the light at the surface of the ocean. Hope is one of the most beautiful gifts of life that the Creator has granted to us, because he knew that the woes of this world would get us down. I can say this in my 20 years of life: there is nothing more beautiful than the light of resiliency upon someone's face when they rise out of their dark situation. The glow could outshine the star of the Universe, and the healing brings forth stories of triumph and inspiration.
As always, enjoy the rest of your week and remember to love everyone you come across this weekend. With love, BH. Good evening, and happy Monday (no matter how it may have played out for you). I know that the past couple of "Sultry Sunday" posts have been posted on either Mondays or Tuesdays but...bare with me. The pace of this semester is starting to pick up, exams and other miscellaneous assignments are coming out of the woodwork, and I'm currently going through the motions of balancing work and school. With all that's going on, I am craving, I mean craving, a vacation. Preferably a place where it nevers rains (shoutouts to Toni!Toné!Tony!) or somewhere other than cold ass, weather-moody ass Virginia. Now, some of you may not be big on astrology and star signs, but I'm a Sagittarius and we are prone to yearning for another place, another time, as if our souls are tied to other worlds and dimensions (they are but that's another story). Right now, I am envisioning myself wearing a sundress, riding in my Queenie with the top down in 75 degree weather as the sun blesses my melanin and the wind caresses my 4c tresses. Well...a girl can dream, right? Maybe this sudden urge to just get up and leave is due to this up and down "Swinter" (Spring and Winter) we're having but all I know is I'll be glad when Spring Break gets here. Until then, I'll continue day dreaming of sunny skies and beaches.
As always, be on the lookout for my #TGITT post and be sure to check it out! Comment, like, and share; your feedback is important to me! Love, BH. Good afternoon, and happy Friday eve, also known as "Thank God It's Throwback Thursday" in the Honeycomb. This is the first week of February, and we all know that February is the month that has been set aside for Black History Month. Even though I celebrate Black History and Blackness all year-round, I am thankful for Dr. Carter G. Woodson for being the brains behind this momentous event. Now, I don't believe in living in the past but if we flashback to about two weeks ago, we saw that infamous interview clip of Stacey Dash's retorts in regards to the Oscar's Boycott. Though the interview clip was, in typical media fashion (edited to cause controversy) it goes to show just how "clueless" Stacey is, and all the others who agreed with her statements about the possible eradication of any "Black-centered content" *side eyes for eternity*. Ok, so everyone's entitled to their opinion, cool beans. But, the reason that Stacey Dash and her literal clueless mentality just makes some people want to throw tomatoes at her ass is the fact that she's speaking from a privileged position in society. In the eyes of those who are still trying to make it in the midst of this prejudiced system, Stacey is an entitled Uncle Tom who has sold her soul and melanin in order to be accepted, and of course any time she speaks she proves that statement to be true. Representation Matters. That one statement simply sums up that yes, exclusions of certain groups exists when it comes to certain events (like Black History Month); At one point in time, all we ever learned about was European history in "separate-but-equal" institutions while our educational resources weren't anything but equal. Plus, history has always been favored for the privileged in society, and we all know how that goes. How else (at the time) would we know about our greatness?
As always, have a lovely weekend and be sure to check out my Sultry Sunday post! Love, BH 1. Freedom: You're no longer subject to being Mommy's/Daddy's Little Girl--at least ON campus. You develop a sense of self, comprised of your own beliefs and not just recycle verbiage from your family.
2. Newfound Friendships: Let's face it: College can be a drag. College friends can enhance your experience as a collegiate, whether it comes down to late-night study groups or late night Spades/Kings games. Plus, you won't feel alone if you meet someone who's still trying to figure out what the hell they want out of life. 3. Newfound Knowledge: There is always something to learn--ALWAYS. Most of it won't be fully disclosed in your textbook, but that's what makes it even better. 4. Shorter Semester: High School dragged out from September-June, while [some] college semesters span from August-May. Again, SOME. Lastly... 5. The Experience: It is true that college may not be for everyone, but for those of us that have gone or are currently enrolled, the experience is nonetheless...rewarding. Sure there are some days that we may question why we even chose this route, and wonder if we're going to even get a job in our chosen majors, but the beauty of it all is that you realize that no, you AREN'T as ready for life as you thought you were during the senior year of high school, and that's ok. |
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