I think sometimes we all need to remind ourselves when we are the g*d damned star of any dish, the Grand Poobah of a feast, the focal point of the dinner table, and the climactic entree of the evening. Sometimes we all need a little nudging reminder that we must stop selling ourselves short and embracing the greatness we are capable of. I am no hors d’ouvres pig in a blanket or a side of canned and jellied cranberry sauce. I’m the mother fucking turkey with all the trimmings just dripping in delectable and tantalizing gravy. And you know what world? It’s time to eat. Gobble gobble bitches. I’m constantly working my hands and my choking game, so just like your holiday poultry, they can nickname me tryptophan because I’m 100% looking to put people to sleep. I’m not your Aunt Debra’s mediocre green bean casserole, so please keep those weak tastebuds off of my radar. I’m tired of not fulfilling my potential and won’t stop until I’m the belle of the butterball. Get ready universe, it just doesn’t get any butter than this.
This doesn’t only apply to me by any stretch of the imagination. I mean every single person reading this as well. No one is coming to save you, it’s a personal responsibility we learn to take on to achieve our dreams, increase our happiness, and overall improve our lives. It’s a harsh truth many people are too afraid to speak, but I will scream it from the rooftops all day if that means I see people enhancing their lives for the better. If you don’t like what’s being served at your table, get up and leave, no one is forcing you to kill your own happiness in order to appease others. Better yet, host your own feast, and control what is being put on the table and who is in attendance. It’s time to take control over our own destinies, and if that means tightening up circles and keeping it to invite-only, then so be it. I will no longer allow anyone to make me feel inferior or self-conscious without my consent, and I start that journey by maintaining an exclusivity of who I allow around me both personally and on social media.
I’ve got a cornucopia full of dreams I’m chasing, and after a day of thanksgiving calories, I will be sprinting after them full force. I want mouths to drop and people to salivate when they see me step in the cage like I’m a bubbly baked mac and cheese oozing with deliciousness. Often times, little girls with big dreams are convinced over the years to take it down a notch. We can be seen as bossy, abrasive, or even labeled as a bitch, simply for being bold enough to shine in our respective fields. Well, I refuse to apologize for never relenting to the adversities in my path and having the courage to tear down those walls. I yam what I yam and there’s stuffing anyone can do about it. Learning to be unapologetically me has been one of the best self-preserving traits I have accrued and has increased my quality of life and overall satisfaction with the way I live. Not allowing shitty people to occupy my thoughts is a total game changer. Speaking on those toxic people and thoughts never changed the situation, but it did bring down my mood and increase my depressive behavior. I am tossing all those thoughts in the trash like the discarded giblets from the ceremonious bird itself.
We are bringing nothing but confidence into the New Year since I’m sure many will agree 2020 has been an entire clusterfuck of trash. So now I am heading forward with the attitude of some juicy turkey that’s been brined for at least 24 hours minimum. That’s right, we are talking some WAP, aka that wet ass poultry. Gobble me, swallow me, drip gravy down the side of me. The turn up is real, and even if that means I gotta toot my own horn, I will be toot-toot-tooting all damn day. It’s important to not get too caught up in the hype, but it is equally as important to believe in your brand. To\o not have faith in what you are capable of is an insult to all those who believe in you and have invested their time to help you on their behalf. To those who ever think we can’t accomplish all we set out to do, I am here to remind you that yes pecan. Time to get basted.
I hope all of you reading this week’s blog have a plentiful and joyous thanksgiving, full of good food and good people. Plenty to have been thankful for this year even if I was thrown a hefty wrench in many of my plans. It’s like my holiday spread, a lot going on and many snafus along the way, but overall, something to appreciate about every aspect of the process, culminating in a fabulous overall result. Although the presentation may not be perfect, the hard work that goes into every little thing is never brought into question. At the end of the day, life would get pretty tedious and boring if every single little thing always went according to plan. I am learning to appreciate everything that has made me a stronger person and fighter and know that because of all of it, I am better. So yes, I will be celebrating the fact that I am the star main course, and won’t settle for being thought of as a scrawny little appetizer. And if you enjoyed all of my thanksgiving puns, (and let’s be honest here, why wouldn’t you), just wait until my Christmas blog!
