Til' Then

So, this blog is the first half of my blogging to songs series. What I have done is shuffled my playlist and I will blog on the song. Not the content of the song, but relate the song to my life in some manner. How fitting is it that Alicia Key's 'Lesson Learned' junt was the first song shuffled? To learn of my lesson's learned, read more after the jump!



Okay so in my 23 3/4 years of living (yes, I still count the months to a T)...I have been through and learned alot....let's rehash my lessons eh?

Lesson #1: Don't put all your eggs in one basket....I have, more times than I'd like to remember, put all my eggs in one basket only to be left with the duty to clean up said eggs after the person responsible for carrying the basket dropped it. Lesson learned!

Lesson #2: Love enough to show it, but not enough to hurt....many people may actually disagree with me on this one...oh well, to each it's own. I used to be a hard lover....like giving 1000% to my relationship and when it ended I was so broken up that I lost focus for {insert amount of time}. No way...no more. I learned that I love better when I love enough to let the person know that I care....but not enough that I am left to reel in the pieces of my heart.

Lesson #3: Be BOLD at least once, step out and above what you have set for yourself....fear is what holds us back from becoming the greatness that we strive to be. Being bold could be rocking a new look, confessing to a friend that you crushing on 'em, moving out of state for a job, or even some random act of wild behavior. I have done all of these (except moving out of Tennessee...soon though!)...and tis was REFRESHING! There are no limitations that hinder us more than the limitations we put on ourselves. Live a little...its relaxes you! iSwear!

Lesson #4: Don't listen to what people say...so I used to be the chick that had to be liked...this was back in Elementary school, but still I was that girl. The one bringing candy and coaxing people to like me. It all started when I was called the ugly one...I had big lips, wavy/curly hair, big feet and was skinny as a bean pole. Kids are cruel...I almost let that break me, and still to this day I am self conscious of somethings at certain times...HOWEVER, iRefuse to let what others have to say about me, mold me into a person. iAm me...take me as I am, or bounce yo' ass to the back of the line. iPromise I don't have the damn time to care!

Lesson #5: When you want something, go for it....don't long for something and end up sulking over the fact that maybe, just maybe you could have gotten what you wanted had you tried. Nothing is impossible....Barack Obama is evidence of that theory...YES WE CAN! lol.

And on a silly note....

Lesson #6: Dry grass burns FAST....extremely fast! Let me tell u the story of a little girl who set the yard on fire! lmao! Okay when I was 7, my granny (dad's mom) decided it was time to tell my cousins and I that we were part Cherokee. So brillant me decided we should play like the Indians on the cartoons and start a fire with stones and sticks. Being the briber that I was I got 3 cousins to agree...so here we are in the front yard, rubbing sticks together, not creating so much as a spark. iAm getting irritated. Why is this so dang hard? My cousin Jai, who is like my ride or die, remembered she saw some matches in the house by the stove....'oooo, go get 'em Jai. They talking and singing. (it was a family get together) They won't notice you. iPromise.' So Jai disappears into the house and returns with a set of matches...I'll never forget they were from the gas station...Little General's and the match box was green and gold. No one noticed her, just as iPromised. So we strike the match and throw it on the sticks...by gollie, we have fire. So as we dance around the fire doing 'Huh-yah, Huh-yah' and patting our mouth, Stephen (Jai's brother) notices that the fire is growing...oh isht....what have we done? So we start to stomp and scream....they are screaming out of fear of dying...I am screaming because my NEW white LA Gear light up junts are now black. My older cousins (they are 18 and 19) run out of the house with blankets....they watched the whole thing from a window...and they smothered the fired which took 3 quilts and a whole bunch of stomping to put out...as we begged and pleaded with them to not tell on us, they pointed to the big black circle which now covered the yard. Oh...Em...Gee...I was going to die at the tender age of 7. My parents came out, followed by Jai and Stephen's, followed by my granny and my aunts and uncles. I took off running...I don't know where I was going, but I wasn't going to stay put. My dad caught me....damn you UTMartin football and police academy, his agility was on point. Needless to say, we got whooped by every1 in the house....AND the grass just grew back like 4 years ago. SOOOOO...don't set fire to dry grass, it'll be TERRIBLE! lmao.

Look out for part 2 of this 'BLOGGING TO SONGS' series....never know what's next!

Til then,
Ms. Trecie