There's an App for that!

Do you have people in your life who give you gas?

Do you have more haters than motivators?

Do you find yourself wanting to punch random people in the face due to the increasing rate of idiocracy?

If you answered "yes" to the listed questions, THERE'S AN APP FOR THAT!

I take great pride in kicking people out of my life who mean me no good! It is important for us to know that everyone cannot go where our destiny leads. My steps are ordered and I am walking with purpose. If some people happen to get lost in forest or kicked off the path, then they were not meant to complete this journey!

Real talk, I get a kick out of people who try to set me up for failure. If you dig one ditch, you might as well dig two because I am destined for greatness. Don't think that your immature tactics are going to hinder this move because there's an app for that.


I love to tell the story of the little girl who lost a four-year scholarship to any university in the state of Florida because of people. She was awarded the scholarship when she was just in the sixth grade in recognition of her academic excellence. That honor motivated her to turn over a new leaf and turn from her wicked ways. She held onto her scholarship with a firm grip but by the latter end of eight grade that grip began to loosen. Everyone saw her slipping but some were not only looking for her to fail but to lose herself completely! One day in April, one of her best friends approached her in the girls' bathroom where she had been led by another student under false pretenses. The friend had come to address a rumor and she intended to do more than talk. They fought that day in the girls bathroom but the little girl did not take her blows lying down and as a result, her four-year ticket to higher education was snatched from her hand.

After she saw at 14 how nasty people could be, she opened her eyes and began to focus on her star player. She graduated high school without a single behavior notification. She walked across the stage with honors and three scholarships!

You got me!

That little girl was me and now I am a grown a** woman facing the same immature students everywhere I turn. When will people grow up? I've been told they won't, but I still have hope. A good friend of mine once said, "You can't change people. You can only change how you respond to them." I am not afraid to let go of the dead weight and cancerous spirits! I cannot afford to be linked with the wrong people!

I believe that you are blessed by association. Take this time to examine your inner circle. Miley Cyrus said you have to get through all the "yes people" before you can get to the ones who will tell you the truth. If someone is bringing you down or holding you back from your blessing, just know there is an app for that. Facebook calls it "remove friend." Blackberry calls it "delete contact." I call it "can't be bothered."

Favor Will Take You There...

"Hi, this is (some chick) from ABC News in New York!"

"Who?" I mean "Hello, this is Georgia!"

I remember it like it was yesterday... (maybe not) Some lady called from the office of Off-air Talent and Recruitment at ABC News. She explained that she was calling to schedule a phone interview for me with her boss, the director of the department. With a puzzled understanding and confident words, I assured her that Thursday at 10a.m would be great!

"Thanks so much!"

I rushed to my google account and searched my messages for "ABC News." I needed to find out why this lady was calling to schedule an interview for job I don't remember applying for in the first place.

I found it!

*whew*

It was some digital fellowship with ABC News in New York City and it was paid. The only catch was the position called for juniors, seniors, and graduate students. They chose four students for the entire summer!



So I guess I did apply...but why? I was a sophomore when I received my call and I probably just applied for recreation. That was the year I found myself desperate to acquire a paid internship after vowing that I would never to do another unpaid internship again!

That Thursday I did my interview and I totally screwed it up! The only question I remember her asking was about diversity in the newsroom relating to my experience on my first internship. In so many words I called the station racist.*Slaps self in the head* What the hell was I thinking? "Welp, there goes that," I said to myself. I followed up with my interviewer a week later just out of courtesy but no luck. She said she'd get back to me and replied, "yeah. right!(in my head)" Exactly a week after that correspondence, a message came through my inbox that changed my life. All I read was "Congratulations!" I then rolled away from the computer, threw up my hands up, dropped my head, and sobbed. The only explanation for this opportunity was divine intervention.

I typed all of that to say, "Favor will take you there." Favor will take you to places you never dreamed of like New York City. But before I ever set foot in the Big Apple, the Lord ordered my steps to places like Switzerland, Italy and Austria. I know He is able and when I look back all I can SHOUT is THANK YOU! Thank You for Your love and patience! Thank You for seeing something in me I could never recognize in my own reflection. You are the true and living God.

AMEN.

#OurFriendshipEndedWhen

Inspired by a true trending topic

We'd known each other seven years when we decided to move in together. I knew it was a bad idea from the start. I cautioned about the idea. "This is going to ruin our friendship." Everyone I asked for advice about the issue said, "Girl, don't do it," and I wasn't going to, but I didn't want to let my best friend down. So I sucked it up and decided to give it a try. A year's not really that long, right? The lease would be over before I knew it and hopefully, we would still be friends.

Pssh! Whatever!

Our living arrangements started to cause problems before we even signed the lease. I thought I should get the larger room because I found the two bedroom/two bathroom house and it was my contact who decided to bring down the cost of rent because of their relationship with me. But for some reason, my BFF felt entitled to the larger room with the private bathroom...and that pissed me off. She said she deserved the room because her man would be coming to visit. I immediately shifted into ABW (Angry Black Woman) mode and took offense. (So I get the bathroom in the hallway because I'm single? Um, naw cuz!) I offered to pay more for the larger room and private amenities to be fair, but she insisted she get the room, and well since I hate conflict, I punked out. She got the room and didn't pay a penny more than I paid every month. (I know. I know.)

I thought our high school-nurtured friendship was stronger than that. I mean we were super close and almost went to college together. Fortunately, she's a year ahead of me, so we never had to cross that bridge. I doubt our friendship would have survived us sharing a campus. The first two months of our "roommateship" were the calm before the storm. I knew something was coming to overshadow our blissful memories and rain out our future plans to be each others' bridesmaids. She was the Gayle to my Oprah until we spilt like Destiny's Child with no future plans for a reunion album.

#Ourfriendshipendedwhen she dissed me on my birthday in October to hang out with her boyfriend instead. I only wanted to go to Disney World because I could get in free (and it's the happiest place on Earth). My cousin offered her apartment for us to crash. I even offered to pay her admission. Three days before my birthday I asked her if she would rather go to Sea World because she didn't seem too thrilled about Mickey Mouse and Pooh Bear. She replied, informing me that her boyfriend was coming to town and she wouldn't be able to help me celebrate my birthday.

Devastated. Shocked. Bewildered.



A whole month passed before we spoke again. Our shared laughs in the living room were replaced with cold shoulders and diverted eyes. She eventually left a card on the table apologizing for ditching me. I accepted her apology, but it wasn't enough to reconcile seven years of finishing each others' sentences, crying on each others' shoulders, recording feeble-minded videos, or constantly having to remind people we are not related.

There is no substitute for time...and although she broke my heart, I still miss her. I can't help but to wonder how those nights I spent crying alone in my room would have turned out if I would have taken two steps across the hall to knock on her door.