The Perfect Girl: A Note on My Personal Awesomeness

Until recently, I was convinced that there was no way I could ever teach teenage girls. Little bitty kiddies? Fine. Teenage boys? Sure. But something about the cattiness of teenage girls never ceased to irk me, and I resolved within myself to avoid spending lots of time with them unless I was authorized to punch them in the chest.

You think I’m playing?

Anyway, a somewhat recent experience seemed to confirm a suspicion that has been growing in me for almost a year now.

I believe I have discovered the secret to why so many women have such a hard time getting along with each other!

*Drum roll please*

We don’t know how to disarm each other.

Act Like a Lady, Think- and then Act Like a Lady Some More

I’ll be straight with you- me and Steve Harvey aren’t friends. I didn’t buy his book, I didn’t check it out at the library, and I haven’t even bummed it off of my friends.

“But Tiarra, how can you say you don’t like the book if you didn’t even read it?”

I didn’t say that.

I said Steve Harvey and me aren’t friends, and that I didn’t read his book. That doesn’t equate to me not liking the book, or thinking he doesn’t make some good points in it. I wouldn’t know.

I didn’t read it.

Anyway, I have something to say about the title of his book.

Don't Fall in Love With Preachers or Musicians Unless...

...you're his second love. After God that is. One of the difficult things about falling in love with preachers and musicians is the fact that it is easy to find yourself competing with music and ministry for his time and attention. The long nights away from home are hard enough, but if his love for God is not first in his life, I can almost guarantee you that your place in his life will be #3, not #2.

Getting the Kinks Out

Have I ever told you how much I HATE washing my hair? It's an hour long process if I take the shortcut, forty minutes if I'm rushing. If I want to do it right? We're talking about two or three hours- and that's if I'm not even planning to style it.

You see, the most time consuming part of the process is detangling. Honey, it's no joke. 

I know at the end of it all I'll be able to run my fingers through my 'fro, and my curls will be clean and shiny and bouncy, but the process isn't simple and pretty. 

Which brings me to this here blog o' mine. 

I took a 2-year hiatus for several reasons:

1. I needed to finish school (I'll come back to that later)
2. I was working at a job that didn't allow much time for sitting down at a computer. 
3. Alot of the motivation I had at the start of this blog shifted to other areas of my life.  

Well, I'm back in D.C. at a job that allows me to sit at a desk, and a niggling sensation has been at the back of my brain for a while. I find myself thinking about things during my commute, and a blog titles often pop into my head. Or lately I will hear a really awesome message at church and think, "Ooh, I could definitely blog about that." The last straw was a friend of mine who finally called me out on Facebook the other day. And I have decided to go for it again.

So...I'll need your patience and prayers, dear readers (if there are any of you still out there).

I'm going to have to work the kinks out of my writing muscles. I'll have to call on some old friends, some old emotions, to get my juices flowing. Some of the first few blog attempts might sound a little too transparent. They may not flow. They may be too short, or too long.

I'm not promising much of anything right now. But if you and I are patient, we can work those kinks out. And who knows? Perhaps we'll all get something good out of it.

All my best,

♥Tiarra♥