No Sad Letters: These Nuts!

Not my birthday

I quit!

There are very rare moments in life when you get to have your cake and eat it too; even when it’s not your birthday.

I’m recalling a time I was being celebrated (Black Card on deck) after taking a leap of faith based on a commercial I saw at home on my lunch break prior to tossing my salad with a few nuts.

Dreading the fact that I was still a full time employee watching my employers bask in their bottom line; I flopped down on the couch and turned on the tube.

"Faith: taking that first step in the dark even when you don’t know where the stairwell is.”

It was written in white letters against a black background without any sound. Then it blacked out. Left me floored! When the light was before me again, there was an unidentified person (could've been me or you) walking so gently; so confidently up an endless bouquet of white washed out abstract stairs that had to have led only to the milkiness of one’s imagination. If you can imagine. So I was like Daaammm…….FORGET THESE NUTS!

26th birthday

I finished my lunch and wrote my resignation letter. It made so much sense. Because I had dreams y'all and I claimed I had faith. Yet I was afraid! Where does one start in following ones dream in the midst of a comfort zone? How is one to know if it’s a dream vs. a drunken delusion? How do you deal with all that audacity of even having a dream? Jesus Christ, I was terrified to say I wanted to be a published author. The nerve of me!

I knew all the people who helped me with Math, Science, French, English, Spailing (oh and Social Studies too) in high school would laugh their ass off if they heard me say such a thing.

28th Birthday

I knew I grew up in a small town without a pot to piss in or window to throw it out. I also knew my nose and lips were big alike and that my teeth were leaving home and straying away from white. Who the fuck was I that I could dream so big to see my name on a shelf in a bookstore? It all seemed so overwhelming in my mind…..

My 31st Birthday celebration

Anywho I turned in my well received resignation letter to employers who knew all too much about dreams. Boom! There I was smack dab in the middle of a leap of faith and on the edge of glory as I sat at the head of the table like the queen I fancied myself to be on a cold December’s night in a dim lit restaurant with the stars looking down on me. The mime like peasants outside of our glass enclosed private dining cellar were looking in with the curiosity of a cat as the server so humbly bowed and presented their exclusive wine menu to me. (As it should be my dear....As it should be).

I held the menu up.
A little higher. Yeah right about there. "Hehehehehehe"…. then I got down to business. Well, most certainly I couldn’t be simple and order the cheapest and first thing I saw as if I didn’t have desires. So I didn’t even bother looking at the first selection. I’d already decided it wasn’t good enough with so many promising others and a Black Card on deck (dang Bow Wow). So I perused over the menu a little longer to see what else was popping.

I was definitely enticed as one brut promised ruby red beaujolais richness with textures like silk, lusciously truffling around the interior of an eager mouth.

Another one boasted of its austerity unoaked; Robust! It claimed. They went on and on about what they had to offer. So after I got over all the flattery; I took a glance at the Quite, Content & Confident selection up top. The one that knew it belonged above all the rest even with their shiny suits, promises and high price tags. Rare! It flirted in it's first character's description. Full-Bodied! Complex & Earthy blend; Intellectually Satisfying. Nutty!
"Scrumptous!" I thought. "Sir, I'll have an endless supply of this Rare, complex earthy blend please. Uncorked!"
"Exquisite Madam, it's an acquired taste."

I knew I'd made the right choice the moment my lips tasted the dense flamboyant flavor of balance.

I'm rich Bitch!

My 36th Birthday

Austerity sounds good but do you know what it means? Do you believe the hype? Have you read what your bottle has to offer lately? Does it make you mouth water or is austere? Do you need the most expensive bottle to feel like a queen even if it's in poor taste?