1,000,000 Thoughts

1,000,000 Thoughts

More deaths. Another sick. Job lost. Another deadbeat father. Bills due. Business expenses. I need to make money. Hate groups rising. Rent will be due again soon. Trump. This book needs to be finished. My brain is tired. Facebook posts of sadness, deaths, anger and cruelty… Food. A recipe with meat in it… I’ll pass.

Shit. My mind needs a break. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

The Universe is talking

The Universe is talking

In the past month weeks I’ve heard of several deaths and illnesses from friends and family.   Yesterday 1 and today another. I feel like the universe is telling me something. It’s an overwhelming feeling. I need to write. I need to write NOW. This book needs to be released and “he” needs to read it. 

Found out he got married a couple days ago. After so many woman he’s been engaged to and left, he finally did it. I doubt that he’s a changed man, but maybe she can soften him up to read it or she can read it to him every night as a bedtime story.  -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

It’s getting scary

It’s getting scary

It’s really getting scary these days. I’m looking at a lot people around me experience their parents pass away. Their children are going to grow up without living grandparents. The ones who’s parents haven’t passed, they have illnesses. It’s so sad. 

I’ve felt that the only way I can talk to my father is after he reads my book. I feel really strongly about that. It’s just hard as hell to write it. When I write about my life, I relive EVERY detail. It takes me to a dark place. I feel like I have to stay away from everyone. I don’t want to bring anyone into my black hole. It’s damn near depression. 

BUT…      If something happened to him, and I didn’t finish this book for him to at least attempt to read it… no words…

I have to finish it. With no money and no encouragement. Just the one last hope of my father knowing how I really feel. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Life is good because I’m juking Drama

Life is good because I’m juking Drama

Everyday I’m pushing myself to success. I want to be successful. I HAVE to be successful. There are a few people counting on me, so it makes going to meetings, working out and doing other things I may not feel like or feel comfortable doing easier. 

Sometimes I wonder why it’s taking so long, but I can only put the blame on myself. I haven’t done everything necessary, and a lot of times I really didn’t know what to do. If you just make a move though… then make another move and keep moving, before you know it, you will be asking yourself how you got here. 

All I know is that when want something bad enough, you will do what’s necessary to make it happen.  -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Twinkle Toes

Twinkle Toes

I love to dance. I’ve been dancing since I was in 5th grade when I saw some girls dancing outside at school. It was play time, and I was the new kid. I never realized this new school was the beginning of a new life. So I went home and practiced. I practiced everyday with my little radio turned down really low so my mom wouldn’t here Power 98 and all their “unholy” music. 

I was loving all these sounds that didn’t sound the same. It wasn’t “church music”. How could all this music be corrupting me? I just feel like I’ve discovered something great. People being free to write what they felt to a melody without organs and a choir director… and it made me want to dance, so I did! -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Patience and failure

Patience and failure

Just like we can’t live off of one vitamin and have a balanced system, having patience without hustle, drive, desire, wisdom, etc, can mean failure. 

“Be patient, it will come.” – people say

I say, “No the fuck it won’t if you ain’t doing shit”. 

There are too many people “waiting on the Lord” which equals waiting for some gold to fall out the sky or someone to put something in your hands.

Sooooo there are still some people waiting for absolutely nothing and they don’t even know it. Stop waiting and get some shit done please! -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Going to hell?

Going to hell?

I have a lot of things to say about telling someone they’re going to hell. Mind your business so you can do something with your life. 

When I cussed for the first  time I was like, “God forgive me. I don’t want to go to hell” (I think I was like 8)

I just think differently about the heaven hell situation. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter