Diamonds Soundtrack: Never Give Up

Never Give Up by Yolanda Adams:

Visions that can change the world
Trapped inside an ordinary girl
She looks just like me
To afraid to dream out loud

And though it’s set for your idea
It won’t make sense to everybody
You need courage now
If you’re going to persevere

To fulfill your divine purpose
You’ve gotta answer when you’re called
So don’t be afraid to face the world
Against all odds

Keep the dream alive don’t let it die, if something deep inside
Keeps inspiring you to try, don’t stop
And never give up; don’t ever give up on you
Don’t give up

Every victory comes in time
Work today to change tomorrow
It gets easier
Who’s to say that you can’t fly?

Every step you take you gets
Closer to your destination
You can feel it now
Don’t you know you’re almost there?

To fulfill your life’s purpose
You’ve gotta’ answer when you’re called
So don’t be afraid to face the world
Against all odds

Keep the dream alive don’t let it die, if something deep inside
Keeps inspiring you to try, don’t stop
And never give up; don’t ever give up on you

Sometimes life can place a stubborn block in your way
But you’ve gotta keep the faith
Reap what deep inside your heart
To fly

And never give up
Don’t ever give up on you,
Don’t give up

Who holds the pieces to complete the puzzle?
The answer that can solve the mystery
The key that can unlock your understanding
It’s all inside of you
You have everything you need

So, keep the dream alive don’t let it die
If something deep inside keeps inspiring you to try
Don’t stop
And never give up; don’t ever give up on you

Sometimes life can place a stubborn block on your way
But you’ve gotta keep the faith
Bring what’s deep inside your heart
To the light

And never give up
Don’t ever give up on you
No don’t give up
No, no, no, no

Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Oh, don’t, no, no, no, no
Don’t, give, up

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Diamonds Soundtrack: Dear No One

“Dear No One” by Tori Kelly

I like being independent
Not so much of an investment
No one to tell me what to do
I like being by myself
Don’t gotta entertain anybody else
No one to answer to…

But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold
Someone to give me the jacket when it’s cold
Got that young love even when we’re old
Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand
Pick me up, pull me close, be my man
I will love you till the end

So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you
But I’m done lookin’, for my future someone
Cause when the time is right
You’ll be here, but for now
Dear no one, this is your love song
Ooo-OhOh

I don’t really like big crowds
I tend to shut people out
I like my space, yeah
But I’d love to have a soulmate
And God’ll give him to me someday
And I know it’ll be worth the wait, oh

So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you
But I’m done lookin’ (But I’m done lookin’), for my future someone
Cause when the time is right
You’ll be here, but for now
Dear no one (Dear nobody) this is your love song (Ooo-Oooh)

Sometimes, I just want somebody to hold
Someone to give me the jacket when it’s cold
Got that young love even when we’re old
Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand
Pick me up, pull me close, be my man
I will love you till the end

So if you’re out there I swear to be good to you
But I’m done lookin’ (I’m done lookin’), for my future someone (Ooo-Yeah)
Cause when the time is right
You’ll be here, but for now
Dear no one (Dear Nobody) this is your love song (This is your love song)
Dear no one, no need to be searchin’, no
Dear no one…
Dear no one…
Dear No one, this is your love song

How To Get Over Your First Love.

     I was looking back over my life one day, and I started to reminisce about first love. I was 17 with a heavyset figure. He was 6 foot 3 with dreadlocks. He was skinny and played basketball for the local high school. We were both brace faced, lonesome teenagers with big dreams living in a crack infested, poverty stricken neighborhood. It was the beginning of summer in 2010. We lived across the street from each other. Our families knew one another, and he was friends with my younger cousin who had just moved to town. He would always tease me on the bus on the way home from school. It was his way of sheepishly giving me attention. It annoyed me, but I still found it cute. One day he courageously waltzed over to me and confessed his feelings for me after two years of hinting and teasing me around his peers. Our romance started quickly and lasted almost four years. Sadly, it was one of the worst decisions I have ever made in my life. It caused me health problems, destroyed my self-esteem, and corrupted my innocence. He was indeed in love with me, but he had a sick soul and treated me poorly because of it. A few months before my 21st birthday, we grew apart and went our separate ways. We went in two completely different directions in life. I’m 23 years old now, and I’ve just started to accept living without him. I’ve let go of the idea of marrying him, and having his children. I’m healing from the years of damage caused by that horrible relationship.

Here’s an article that I found one day while reminiscing that I wanted to share with whomever is having a hard time getting over a first love:

Getting over your first love can be tough. Your first love teaches you what it’s like to be in a romantic relationship. Experiencing anything for the first time sets the tone for how you will engage in such experiences in the future. If you’re struggling to get over your first love, this is perfectly normal. This is something most people struggle with, but there are things you can do to help yourself move on. First, limit thoughts of your ex. Try to focus on the present and not dwell on the past. Try to adopt a healthier perspective about the relationship. While it ended, you learned a lot about yourself by being in love. After grieving, try to move forward. Focus on what’s ahead of you rather than your lost love.

Limit time spent thinking of your ex. You may think that you should eliminate your ex from your thoughts altogether. However, this strategy can very easily backfire. If you try to force yourself not to think about something, you’ll only think about it more. Instead of trying not to think about your ex altogether, limit the time you spend thinking of them. This is a more sustainable strategy.[1] •Choose a certain time in the day where you can thoughts of your ex out of your system. You could, for example, think about your ex for half an hour every morning. If you’re having trouble coming up with memories, try listening to a song or thinking about a movie the two of you loved.
•After this, try to avoid thinking about your ex for the rest of the day. If thoughts creep back in, say something to yourself like, “I’ve already thought

Watch for unrealistic thought patterns. If you’re reeling from the loss of a first love, you may be prone to catastrophic thinking. For example, you may think things like, “I’ll never love anyone again” or “I’ll never be happy again.” When you catch yourself engaging in such thoughts, stop and challenge them.[2] •No two relationships are alike. You’re right to think you’ll never feel exactly the same way again. However, this does not mean you’ll never love or be happy again.
•Be realistic. Most people do not end up with their first love. Think about your parents, friends, or other family members. They probably all experienced the loss of a first love, but ended up in healthy relationships later on.
•Remind yourself that, while things are difficult now, in all likelihood you will love again and be happy again, even if it takes time.

Focus on the present. Remind yourself of what you have going for you right now. Think about things like your friends circle, job, interests, and passions. While you may not have the romance you want right now, there’s a lot in the present to focus on.[3]

  • Do things to keep you grounded in the present. Take up a new hobby. Join a club. Volunteer somewhere. Join a gym. Anything that can keep you in the present moment can help.
  • New memories can help you get over the past. Taking concrete steps towards making new, better memories can help you let go of your ex.

Practice self-care. It’s very difficult to think positive when you’re not caring for yourself. You may find it hard to sleep, exercise, or eat right after heartbreak. However, you need to keep up with basic self-care. This will allow you to stay strong and avoid negative thinking.[4]

  • In addition to sleeping and eating right, give yourself treats. Do not be afraid to baby yourself slightly after a breakup.
  • Have a night out with your friends. Order takeout. Go for a long walk or bike ride. Watch a movie you love.

Examine any negative patterns. You can learn something from every relationship. It’s all a process of growing and changing so you can find a healthy, happy longterm romance. When striving to get over your first love, look for any negative patterns you should work on breaking in your next romance.[5]

  • Think about why the relationship ended. Is there any way you could have behaved differently? Is there any reasons the two of you weren’t compatible? Why were you drawn to this person? Was it for the wrong reasons?
  • Most of the time, relationships end because two people are just not right for each other. You can take this as an opportunity to examine how you can pick someone more compatible in the future.

Allow yourself to enjoy past memories. You don’t have to shut out all thoughts of your ex. With time, you may be able to smile on some of what has occurred. Love can trigger wonderful, happy emotions, and your first love will always be special. If you find yourself smiling at a memory, allow yourself to enjoy this rather than shutting the memory out.[6]

  • You can find strength in old memories. You can look at them as a way to remember yourself as a loving person. It can be healthy to remember your best loving self.
  • Old memories can also help you feel better on bad days. You may suddenly remember some encouraging words from your ex when you’re feeling bad about yourself. It’s okay to embrace the good memories, as long as you do so while acknowledging the relationship is over.

Acknowledge there’s nothing special about your first love. First loves can be a wonderful experience. You learn a lot about yourself and are able to experience love for the first time. However, people have a tendency to romanticize their first experience with something. There is likely nothing special about your first relationship beyond the fact it was your first. Remember, you are wired to place first experiences on a pedestal. You do not want this mentality to get in the way of embracing the present.[7]

  • You may remember experiences with your first love in a somewhat inflated manner. In new relationships, this may result in a tendency to compare current feelings to past feelings. However, think about your first experience with anything. You probably inflate these experiences as well. Your first day at a new job probably felt very exciting, but chances nothing that different happened that day than any other day.
  • Instead of seeing your first love as the perfect partner, view your first love in terms of experience. You learned how to love someone and be in a romantic relationship. However, the person you were with is likely not the one and only person for you. You are simply wired to romanticize the memory because it was your first.

See your ex as a way to learn about yourself. Reflect on what you learned during the relationship. Think about what you liked about yourself in the relationship. Did you learn to be more selfless? Did you learn how to care for another person? Even though the relationships over, do not disregard it as a failure. Most romantic relationships you have in life are, in a sense, practice. Value what you learned about yourself and your capacity for love instead of trying to forget the relationship altogether.[8]

 

Revisit your larger goals. In the wake of loss, you often forget your bigger goals in life. You may think losing your first love means you’ve failed on the goal to find a loving relationship in life. However, look at your larger goals in terms of relationships. One failed relationship does not mean you’ve failed on your goals.[9]

  • Revisit what you want out of life. In addition to finding a loving partner, think of other goals. What kind of career or education do you want, for example?
  • One loss does not mean you have failed. In fact, the vast majority of people face a lot of loss and rejection on the path to larger goals. You do not need this one particular person to eventually reach your goals.

Give yourself time before dating again. Many people feel getting involved with someone else will help them forget their first love. While a new relationship can help distract you from thoughts of the current one, you’re not likely to find relationship success this way. Instead of jumping into a new romance, take some time to reflect.[10]

  • Think about what you want out of a relationship. Think about the ways your need were and were not met. This will help you figure out how to find a more suitable partner in the future.
  • Many people jump from romance to romance, hoping to find the right person. However, if you’re not okay on your own, you will not be able to have a functional romance. You need to grieve your first love and figure out what you want for the future.

Model your behavior after someone else. Look for a friend, family member, or c-worker who has also suffered heartbreak, but moved on successfully. Try to model your behavior off of someone who does not need a relationship to feel fulfilled and happy.[11]

  • Find someone who does okay on their own. You want to lean on someone who does not need a relationship to feel fulfilled.
  • Once you’ve found someone, think about how they cope with heartbreak. Look for the ways they stay independent and strong after a relationship ends.

Accept you will be sad for awhile. While you may want to move forward, it’s important to acknowledge your feelings. Take steps to feel better, but accept sadness is a normal part of the process. Getting over a first love is hard, and even if you’re doing everything right it will not happen over night. Do not beat yourself up for having bad days. This is normal and it will take time to move on.[12]

  • Don’t panic if a reminder of your ex leaves you feeling bad. If you try to hard to avoid the bad feeling, you may make it worse.
  • Instead, accept that you’re going to feel sad for a bit. Let yourself cry if necessary. Get the bad feelings out so you can continue to move forward.

 

 

Resources: http://www.wikihow.com/Get-Over-Your-First-Love

Contents of A Woman.

Blue Sky

Awakened Palms

Sweet sauces 

Rice & Pepper

Fruit & Milk

My soul smells honey

My spirit sees the honeycomb 

Welcoming loveliness

My music is a compilation of art 

On spirit canvas 

And soul synthesis 

I breathe dance

I live power

I desire submission.

My arm tread through salt waters reflecting the ease of my personality

But the power of my everyday plow

Through the trudge of life

I ooze loveliness.

My words drip with kindness

My heart overflows with blood of poets

And the scream of ancient ancestors 

My beauty testifies the same witness.

The fire of Rachel.

The simplicity of solitude and storytellers is my discernment of such a name.

And yet it represents beauty.

It represents Jesus.

My body yodels in restoration and entices souls to remember Eve in Eden.

Quiet.

Tears. Strength.

Love.

Struggle.

Quiet Testimony.

Children running through green grass

Gathering sweat

And double daring the double darers to do something fun!

I’m me

So do you.

Do what you do but watch my shoes.

My heart patiently waits to be held, adorned caressed and loved by a man covered in humanity.

Who somehow absorbs the beauty of God

Who has large capacities to hold living streams of water that flow from God’s Palm

Patiently single.

No randoms.

Loveliness

Through unseen discernment 

I nudge with my heart to one day absorb through my skin

Twin friends 

Winners winning

Living 

Kidding 

Dining, whining 

Life risen above

Euphoric Eutopias of destiny 

Tears of little 

Prayers of much

Still to dream greater dreams 

My soul can’t be put in a box

And the contents of Rachel Joi Udeh- Jackson

CANNOT be clearly defined 

Because they magnify such a bright light 

Whiter than the sun’s yellow tint rays.

She can only be admired & enjoyed by the less blind.

Chef Diaries: {Enemies & Foes}

Theme Song: I’m On The Rise by Jekaylyn Carr

Dear Diary,

     I’ll keep it short today! I have learned that the food industry is full of cutthroat disrespect, mistreatment, mental abuse, money obsession, lack of love and lack of principle! I grow more and more disappointed as I study the food product industry in grocery stores. My soul peaks in sadness at the physiological reactions of fellow consumers who dive into popular brands. There’s a money hungry sickness that exists in the food product industry, and it is odoriferously present their marketing motives and food packaging. 

     I pray that aspiring chefs learn to hold on to their brand supports and industry friends because those people are rare and precious finds. If someone supports your brand encourages your vision, it is wise to keep them around. Those people a gift, and God put them there. In order to be successful and have peace of mind in the food industry, you have to find a balance between minding your business and learning from others. That piece of wisdom will take you farther than any high powered scheme.

I declare that I’m on the rise.

Birthplace. Birthrights. Birth.

Stepping over heaps of trash

Sleeping on nails, springs, brown saliva and old urine.

Woke up to the smell of a dead rat.

Untraceable.

Dead roaches in the window. Dust pouring out of the walls as fluent as the web spewing from a spider’s abdomen & just as soft.

My birth mother would rationalize but never medicate. She conned her way out of the jailhouse. She spoke well.

My name was never used. No respect. No love.

My purity was always in question from prostitutes & hookers.

He was a gang banger. He wore bandannas. 

Recorded lines. So he recorded me. What since?

Lord why do you leave me here day by day. Being overtaken by smoke & fried chicken. Burning garbage in the window. Burning skin in the pot. Burning myself with a curling iron. I wanted to get out. I wanted to be high. I lived in hell everyday.

Contamination and lies. Always being called that bitch.

Never a hello or a true goodbye.

Crying. Dying. Then satisfying. My best friend was a prostitute.

They warned me of perverts in the window. And murders on the levee. Where children loved to play.

There was a truck that chased me then disappeared. It was black with gold stripes. Very thin. Very visible. Very scary. I left.

They warned me of mojo at city gatherings. She was related. The incest haunts my spirit. I lived in hell.

Being raped outside. Suffering undefined. Running on my stomach next to unseen pit bull.

Never say a word. Never lifting hands. I knew better. He fell on his hips the day she stabbed me.

My forehead was kicked into and swollen for 4 years. I had a concussion and threw up. My eyes were bloody and I remember Popeye’s fried chicken and thinking of my dad. He was married.

So I died and died and died.

Cat feces covered my bottom in the winter time where I crawled and begged not to be. It was cold it was fresh and it stuck to my hands. I was obedient.

Spaghetti straps and low self-esteem.

Fried chicken. Fried porkchops.

I lived in jail. Turn the corner and my cell was around the block.

Broken bones in question. Never seen by a doctor. 

Education seemed near but ever so far away.

He was my best friend. He was tall and laughed at his pain. We talked of fatherlessness. We understood each other’s joys and sorrow. 

I regret betraying you. We betrayed each other. We watched each other smoke our lives away. We were two kids in the church who knew how to party.

There was so much pain inside. 

Both under 25.

His face would sometimes mimic a demon.

You watched me overdose while you moved bricks with my boyfriend. We were so smart. We were going to be somebody’s. We smoked our lives away and became statistics. 

One female. One male.

You knew all my secrets. I knew all your pain. I miss you. I love you. I pray that you finall got sober. I pray you didn’t lose your life. I watched you become a statistic. You watched me lose my soul.

Best friends. We loved God. We stripped like banana peels and melted under the heat of the drug war. We were both scared but never shared it. We gripped each other’s hand in the sinking sand.

My toilet fell through the floor. I got trapped by indoor manholes.

 HIV haunted the air & perverts discovered buried treasure.

Man over child. Woman over woman. Incest over insanity. 

Hot wings & guns. Weed and drug deals. Kids street fighting for fun. I lived in hell. The butcher knife told me so.

Hidden recordings and satanic hidden messages. Hidden money I was told. $33,000 times 3. What symbolism or what a lie? I don’t know anymore.

But the town drunks is always coming to my house. Screaming high hallelujahs and whilsting through her teeth. She said her heavenly hill was demon possessed. She swept the floor with her hands and spoke in tongues.

I count sixteen roaches on their back today.

So many cats. So many cats. It to tortured my heart. It strangled my soul. So many damn cats. 

They would trick next to my bedroom where I was forced to be invisible. 

One crackhead to the next.

It was always cold. 70 degrees or lower. One morning she sweated. Turning over in my bed with the door open. Where I laid my head. Where mama laid. She was a gay crack lord. She wore glasses and tended my wounds.

HIV ate her intestines and shriveled her stomach. Her bones were more visible than her eyes. She always imagined worms crawling out of her face. And she stole my last $100.00. All the money I had to my name. I was used to it.

I was poor, fat, drugged up & lived in shock. Hoping my hand would grow again.

I was strangled. I was strangled.

I was thrown in the mirror with a loud crash. It was destroyed beyond repair. I almost swallowed glass.

Fried chicken.

Spaghetti.

Fried chicken.

Spaghetti.

Fried chicken.

Fried chicken.

Fried chicken.

Insurance fraud.

Insurance fraud.

Debt on loans and secretly rich. Secret society. Hidden debt.

Black balling.

No peace. No love. She wore glasses. She was mama. She had secret affairs to married men, worshipped her girlfriend, always bathing children with the same hands she used to jack him off with. 

I walked in on her masturbating.

He wore brown shoes. I always hid. They never bothered me.

Easy sex, for easy crack.

Woke up the next day to the word bitch.

Clockwork. Always 5:59-6:03 in the morning. Angels never awoke with me.

I had a sleeping roach on my face. It was eating residue.

Everything was evil.

Peaceful Home Prayer.

God,

Please allow your peace and power to rest, rule, reign and abide in this home. Allow your your peace, power & love to rain like manna from heaven and shower on us like melodies from heaven. Allow your shekinah glory power to reign and protect this home. Guard this house with an army of angels and protect me as I go out and come in.

Amen.

Balanced Living Prayer.

Lord help me to live, breathe & believe a balance between psychology &  Christianity bursting with inner peace and dripping with love in both the natural and spiritual realms.

In Jesus Name I Ask,

Amen

More blogs on the way…

Hello my dear diamonds!

More blogs coming from the heart to your computer. I’m balancing my days now in an effort to not get overloaded.

What to expect:

• Cheesburger Quesadilla recipe 

• How To Get Over Your First Love

• How To Process Heavy Emotions
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