Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

It's 11:39pm and instead of spooning with my significant other or at minimum, sleeping I am up typing another blog for my business. Can I do this tomorrow? Of course, but why? Tomorrow will only bring new demands to my day and I will have to conquer those before the following day.  This cycle never seems to end and as fatigued as I become, my commitment to my goal to be successful in my start-up outweighs any relationship , logic, and lately food.  I casually graze all day rather than sit down and actually enjoy a meal.  I joined an online dating service and have no time to reply to potential love interests. When I tell them that I am busy launching my own business they all seem excited and no sooner than a few days they have long given up on me, due to my tardy and brief replies which only serve as obligatory echoes to their valiant attempts at capturing my attention.  No, I don't spoon with anyone at night. I don't have leisure conversation. I don't sp...

I'm guilty of it. I'm certain you are as well. All of us at some point have brought in the New Year with far more than bottles of champagne and ceremonial smooches. We almost always start the year with "the resolutions". Now I know that I can sometimes be a bit negative. This is something that I came to terms with many blogs ago last year. However, I will not lie to you and tell you that I believe that New Years Resolutions are practical. If anything, all that they seem to do is create a false start. Much like a track runner, we get down and crouch low to the asphalt waiting for the sharp pop of the gun shot. Then we take off running the twelve month race into the next New Year; our resolution batton in tow. As we sprint through the first lap, by the second we are already on the road to defeat, panting through the next only to realize that we started running way before the gun was even fired. By the end of the race to the following year, we have a new list of resoluti...