My Purpose Is…

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Sooo, I just woke up. It’s Thursday morning and I am still a little bit sleepy. But, the birds are chirping, the sun is bright, and despite the news I got last night, I am hopeful and feeling quite positive about my future.

Often I think about the purpose of it all. The reason I was created. I wonder what the purpose of life is several times a day, every day. I feel as I get older that purpose will be revealed to me more and more. I’m only 21 years old, but God is calling me to make some big changes in my life. 

There’s this empty feeling that I’ve had for quite some time now. It’s a void that I’ve tried to feel with people, material things, and desperate attempts to make others happy. 

I watched a Trent Shelton video and it was amazing. He explained that we are enough to be appreciated, to be respected, and to be loved. That’s when I realized:

There is no better feeling than to serve. Selflessly. Genuinely.

My purpose on Earth is to love and serve. Period. 

I will love without an ego because we’re essentially all here just trying to make it.

I will serve with a genuine concern because a life all about myself is meaningless.


 

We don’t have all the answers. Not one of us.

Humans want to be happy and love whom they wish to love. This is our purpose!

Knowing that each human being here is just on a journey of self realization helps me not to hold grudges. Forgiveness is key for a happy life. 

So, I embrace and welcome adversity. I love those who’ve hurt me. I love those who’ve abandoned me. Why?

Because I love myself too much to live with a broken, confused, and bitter heart. 

Do I Really Want to Be A Wife?

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http://a1950swifesguide.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html

^^^^ I must say I am amused. While I can appreciate the gestures that these rules express..ummm…I just can’t imagine my day evolving only around my children and my husband. For those of you who didn’t click the link I’ll tell you the said rules of being a “good 1950’s housewife” lol.

Rule #1!

Have dinner ready.

I’m not a cook. I’d like to learn. But…as of now? I’m not a cook.

Rule #2!

Prepare Yourself.

okay. I’ll be at work too. I won’t have the time to prepare myself for your “arrival.” 

Rule #3!

Clear Away Clutter.

How about you do it?

Rule #4!

Prepare the children.

Ok. I almost agreed with this one. But the only reason for this rule was to be ready for his “return” Ummm..no.

Rule #5!

Minimize all noise.

A house ain’t a house without noise! Lol, look. If we have children there is gonna be noise. Sorry. NOT.

Sooo anyway, if I’m going to be a wife, I have got to be the revolutionized wife! I don’t have any rules, but here are my guidelines.

  • Do way more than cook, clean, and tend to your children.
  • Love your husband like you love yourself.
  • Never sacrifice your dreams for his.

Now, I’m a young 21 year old, so what do I know? Not much. But, I’ve learned that great joy comes from caring for others and not enough from caring for ourselves. Too many times wives are throwing themselves at the feet of their husbands, washing their clothes, cooking their food, raising their kids, all while letting their dreams fall to the side and making his come true. A revolutionized wife will not do that. I refuse. Most men wouldn’t do that for me, and I wouldn’t want them to. Women have got to take back the power. We can’t sit around expecting somebody to give it to us. No one is gonna do that.

I’d like to make it clear that I’m not looking down on those who are housewives and besides, the 2014 housewife is much different than the 1950’s housewife. So, if the housewife thing is your thing, by all means, do your thing 🙂

 

Uninformed Women

I must say I was horrified as I took a step into the Cook County hospital’s reproduction unit. I guess that’s what you would call it :/.

Firstly, on my way up to the unit, which was located on the 4th floor, I saw a girl on the elevator who was rubbing her belly. She was a plump young girl, but her stomach appeared to be firm and round. I assumed she was pregnant. Besides, she was on her way to the 4th floor just as I was.

She looked at me, then looked away. She glanced at me once again and said, “I hope it’s not a lot of girls in here today!” All I could do was force a small smile. I’ll be honest, I was disgusted. The first thing that came to my mind was how many times had she been here before.

Anyway, let’s fast forward this a bit. So, I’m finally on the 4th floor. I kid with nobody when I say that there were at least 60 girls who were in the reproduction unit. I later learned that one half of the room was for those getting abortions and the other for those wanting some form of birth control. Oh, the irony!

Now, I wasn’t pregnant. To be quite honest, I was there for emergency contraception. And in fact this the whole reason I’m doing this post.

Plan B pills (morning after pills) are not effective on women over 178 lbs!!!!

^^^^^read that again^^^^^

NOT EFFECTIVE!!! The doctor did not even know this! He literally did a Google search on the Internet because he didn’t believe me.

I was a bit unsure if I should make this public. I was afraid of telling the entire world I have sex lol, but I figure it’s worth it. Plenty of women over 178 lbs. have unprotected sex, get raped, or have failed contraception method incidents. Hopefully, someone reads this blog and learns something new. And by the way, thanks to the lady in Walgreens who randomly told me this. 🙂 i love you lol.

COPPER IUD, ALSO KNOWN AS PARAGARD, CAN BE USED AS EMERGENCY CONTRACEPTION. IT’S GREAT FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS A MORE LONG TERM BIRTH CONTROL METHOD AS WELL. IT LASTS FOR UP TO 10 YEARS.

Maybe the girls who were there to get abortions that day wouldn’t have been there if they had known about this.

We, women are so ignorant to our body parts! We have no idea what it looks like, how it works, etc. It’s actually sad.

Piece of Crap Ass Pillow -_-

So, before I broke up with my boyfriend last year, I bought him a Christmas gift. I must say it turned out to be a piece of crap. It was a pillow. He had just moved into his new apartment and didn’t have any yet. So, I bought one. [ Wasn’t I a good girlfriend?]

Fast-forward two weeks later, 2:09 am, to be exact, and I’m attempting to get a good night’s rest on this crappy thing. It only frustrates me, as well as remind me of him…not his sweet little kisses or his cute faces he made when i annoyed him, just how crappy he was. Just like this damn pillow. NO SIR, I DON’T MISS YOU. IN FACT, I WISH YOU WOULD HAVE WAITED TO CONFESS YOUR INFIDELITY A FEW DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS. THAT WAY, I WOULDN’T BE SLEEPING ON THIS THING. LOSER.

This is me, with my awesome ass mo-hawk and this whack ass pillow.

Can you tell I’m pissed? Lol

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Comment! Have you ever regretted buying  a gift you gave to a significant other?

My Curvy Ass Body…NOW FALL IN LOVE WITH YOURS

My Case of Cellulite...NOW LOVE YOURS.

If you look close enough, you can see my lovely curves. […yeah, right there.] Those super wide hips, those wide feet,  and those short and stumpy legs. But, this post isn’t about what you see. It’s about LOVING what you see.

Which leads me to our New Year’s Resolution, folks! ( Which I’ll blog about later because it seems NO ONE HAS THOSE ANYMORE.)

In 2014, how about loving for a change? Besides, I know the haters will do enough hating for all of us! No matter what you do, no matter how you look, or what mistakes you’ve made, who you’ve cheated on [shout-out to my lousy ex, lol],  or the things you’re not so good at, LOVE YO SELF!