Did you pray?

 

How come no one told me that although it didn’t snow bad I was going to have a pissy day. If you can’t tell already, it is going to be one of those days and the day has only begun. First let me say, many thank to Him for letting me rise this morning. I don’t ever want him thinking I am ungrateful for such a gift. This morning starting by my alarm going off at 6:15 A.M. after glancing out the window, turning on the light and putting the television on CBS (my favorite morning channel) I climbed back in my bed and dozed off. What can I say, I was tired after chatting it up on the phone the evening before and going to bed late two nights prior. Exactly an hour later I woke up and proceeded to ready myself for the day all the while reciting the mantra that I would be to work on time. Go figure, I was making great strides. I was dressed and coiffed all by 7:45 A.M. I had even put make-up on, something I don’t do daily. I was out the door by 8:05 A.M. and even had time to chat  with my hilarious neighbor. On my way to work was I and awwww shucks I was making good time.

At 8:30 A.M. I was in the lobby of my building. By now I am ecstatic. If you are wondering why this accomplishment has me more excited than a kid in a candy store it is because punctuality at work has not been my strong point these past few months. Now there are several reasons behind that but at the end of the day they are “EXCUSES” and you know what they say about “EXCUSES“.  But I digress.  I go to pull my id so that I can get into the elevator bank area and here is where the problems start. Sugar Honey Ice Tea….I don’t have my id. The crazy thing is that before I left my home I clipped it on to pants belt loop. Granted, I had my coat on already which is different from what I normally do but damn it I knew for a fact that I had done so. So because my building right along with the rest of America has become extra cautious after 911 rightfully so I now had to sign-in and get this God awful sticker to wear around all day and to make matters worse every time I have to go the bathroom I would have to borrow a co-worker’s id. I hate the FML but damn that is exactly how I felt. Luckily, someone who also works on my floor was in the elevator too so I could get in my work area without having to call a co-worker to let me. By the time I make it to my desk I am a little annoyed but glad that I realized it was missing early rather than later.

So my co-worker notices the sticker its a nice big sticker sitting on my breast like a damn pointerand that’s where the real problems begin. Someone must have died and told her on their death-bed that she could flap her lips anyway at me. No ma’am not I. She must have let the college education and professional appearance fool her into thinking that she could be that comfortable and speak to me any type of way. Her lips in a scolding manner began to flap and the words irresponsible spew out of them. *Pause* I knew that my mother was not standing before me nor was my boss. I also knew that if I can’t find the id I have to pay $10+ for losing it since it was the second time I just paid $7.50 for it. Given the fact that I was already annoyed, and I have an actual mother to scold me she pissed me off. I mean come on…irresponsible. Irresponsible is when you don’t complete a task completely and something happens. Irresponsible is when you put your keys in a pocket that you know has a hole in it. The fact that I clipped my id to my pants before leaving my house shows that I was actually being responsible. Before jumping up to snap her neck I had to take a deep breath if you haven’t figured i out yet she’s white and tell her that was her opinion no curses although in my head it was more like STFU  and then proceeded to boot my computer up and put my iPod on play I will be ignoring the world today take more deep breaths.

As the music played in my ear and I decided that writing would help to ease my annoyance I started to process the situation. I was going to write about how much I really hated a certain ethnic group and how they are the scum of the earth, etc. But then poof I had a moment of clarity and like that my anger at flagging gums dissipated. Why you wonder? It is simple. As I was banging on my keyboard expressing my anger the question, “Did you pray” popped in my head. Suddenly my fingers stilled and I had to hang my head low. In my rush to get to work early I had forgotten to do the most important thing of the day. For those who are not spiritual and don’t believe in the power of prayer your STUPID! let me tell you it is real. Those who do believe can definitely bear witness and testify. It is amazing how powerful prayer is and can be and my failure to pray set myself up for fcked up day. While I can’t change the events of day, tomorrow before I leave my home and make it to work on time I must take a moment or two to say my prayers and show my true appreciation for all that He has bestowed upon me for without Him I would truly be lost.

Question of the day: Did you pray today?

Smooches,

Divine

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About Divine*Pearlz

As one of my good friends, Carrie Pink (from www.carriepink.com) says, I am a modern day superwoman. In the midst of me being a superwoman I am really down to earth once you get to know me. I love life and try to always live it to the fullest. I love God and try to always honor Him. I am service oriented after all I am a Finer Woman. I love health and have made it my mission in life to pursue degrees that will put me in a position to fight for better health policies for my people. All in all, I'm just me. You can take it or leave it!
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