If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
I think too much that I can think my way out of stuff. I am not spontaneous, probably because the few times I succumbed to the habit, I got burned.
Nevertheless, there are times I would love to just take the plunge and see what happens. Alas, I know I wouldn’t. I will just keep standing on the sidelines quaking in my Jimmy Choos.
P.S. Do I even own a Jimmy Choo? Better check on that.
Parents are there to guide, nurture, discipline, protect, provide, and love their children. At my age, they were doing all this while wadding through the murky waters of immigration.
They learned.
They adapted.
They loved their new country even though they gave up a lot. They were satisfied and didn’t miss what they left behind.
They prayed daily and gave thanks for the Lord’s provisions of safety and health.
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why?
They are unwritten laws that state that if you are not of the same look or sex then the work you do will not amount to the same pay as that other person.
For example: if I am a black female or male or a South East Asian male or female or Asian female or male and I have a colleague who is doing the same job and who is white male or female in a very white dominated company, that person will get better pay and receive more accolades which can lead to a future promotion.
It is no one’s fault but the powers in charge.
Nevertheless, it is what happens on a regular basis where you have to work twice as hard to get only get half.
It does not matter if you are male or female or BIPOC. You just have to work harder to get what you deserve in any work sector.
Will this stop?
No. It will continue. It is how the world is made. You just have to continue to do the best you can.
It is a place where I am loved. A place where those who care about me are with me physically and in my memory.
A home is where I can call on the Lord in freedom and sincerity. A place where I can service the Lord.
My dream home is where I can dwell in safety and breathe a sigh of relief when I close the door on the outside world as if barring all the hurt and the pain of the day.
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
I try to thank God for everything I receive. In my life, he is the one who makes things right. All that I have and my accomplishments, I owe it all to the Lord.
It isn’t a lie.
I stumbled into my present career, not knowing what was good for me or where to go. I prayed, and the Lord gently opened doors I never knew existed. One thing led to another, and I am still working in this niche profession, and I do enjoy it.
I am not saying it does not have the ups and downs. There are many challenges, but the Lord sees me through them all.
So, I give him praise and thanks because without him, I will have nothing. Besides, every gift comes from the Lord.
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
I loved to bead. I loved making things with my beads. I made bracelets, necklaces and rings, and even bookmarks. I love to go to the bead shops and pick out new items. I spent a lot of money, even my lunch money, and would go without eating, but it was worth it.
My greatest cheerleader was my Dad. Everything I made for him was “beautiful.” He passed after my last craft show a few years ago in the spring. The years are going by so fast, it seems like yesterday.
I put away my tools and my beads, and I have no desire to make anything.
However, I do like to pop a mint in my mouth so I don’t have my friends keeling over in a death heap from my breath.
Besides, it is nice to have fresh breath when going for that sweet liplock with my guy.
On the other hand, I pray his breath is fresh, too.
I’m I superficial?
Of course I am. A girl has to be whatever she wants to be. Besides, I don’t want him screwing up his face because he hates to kiss me. He has to love to dive right, honey, and the same for me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I work with the public, meeting people from different walks of life. Some are kind others not so much, but all have a story, and I like storytelling and listening.
But I need at times to be recharged. Recharging will be a good break. A break not two weeks but something with substance like a sabbatical. I mean it will be a dream if it were a paid sabbatical.
What will I do?
My side hustle. It is artsy. Something very different to my medical based field.
The internet was established on that date. I love surfing. I do a lot of research, and the internet is a treasure house of knowledge. Some things are good and some bad, but it is how you use this source.
There are folks using it for evil, and we try to stay far from them until we can’t because they have us in their crosshairs. Now, that is bad, and there is nothing we can do, but be careful.
We can’t throw the baby out with the dirty bath water.
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
An ideal day is always a day off work.
Wake up before anyone else when it is still dark but almost dawn.
Fall on my knees in prayer and Thanksgiving for another day. Ask for guidance throughout the day. Don’t want to step on any toes and cause a fight. I want to make good choices.
Let the dogs out to do their business and open the house. Watch the sun creep up on the horizon to peek through the trees. Then call for family worship.
Then, fulfill the desire to get ready and exercise. Yikes!!!! Did I say that? That is my evil twin talking.
Become a nice domestic kind nice person and make breakfast for all. I do like cooking and creating yummy dishes.
Shower and get ready for some blogging and writing my stories as well as editing those stories with deadlines attached.
Have lunch, relax, play with the dogs, chat with family, and relax some more.
Eat dinner someone else made. Relax and watch a movie.
Have family prayer, then do my devotions and get ready for bed. Have a great night’s sleep, and then wake refreshed the next morning dv.