Waiting to Exhale/Excel...

I love Black men. I have crowned many of them in my almost (4) decades of existence. I have wined and dined them to no end. I have helped develop them into multi-millionaires, politicians and even ministers. I never hesitated to cook, clean, iron nor sew. I have loved "the machine that sewed the seam in their underwear".

So, why am I here alone with ample time to write this blog? I would surely say that it is because I have given too much, too soon for too long. I oftentimes pondered over what was wrong with them when in actuality, the common denominator was "ME". I was the solution that had become the problem. I displayed my "here I am to fix it" attitude to men that did not deserve a second glance from me. I, in a short period of time, lowered my standards. I reverted so far backwards that I had a glance of history.

Now, I have put all that behind me. I have returned to love and I love me unconditionally. I have a glory all my own. I understand and approve of the vision and the provisions that God has made for me. I am setting a new table. I am fluffing my pillows. I am broiling an extra steak. I am singing to the tune of a new genre. I am open, willing, able and ready to receive the man of my dreams. He is just around the corner. I will meet him half way. When I get there, we can lift each other up! Ahhhhhhhhhh, Thank you Jesus!