The enlightenment of “Master J”

Many, many, chances…..

My journeys haven’t been pretty, I “lost” or my petulant side screams “was robbed!!” Of what I thought was my beauty, my goods, my currency, my self-worth.

Truth time,……..

I was ugly long before I was acquainted with my aforementioned nemesis, “Mack”

There were plenty of opportunities, mostly afforded by impulsive and selfish life choices. My growth opportunities have been golden, diamond-encrusted, platinum embossed, priceless chances.

My dysfunction was my own. There’s no other culprit, the aforementioned “Mack” is owned and operated by yours truly.

“Master J,”…

Was and is a deplorable human but my sick brain loved him fiercely. My dearest, he gave me priceless education. And because of my catastrophic inner masochist.

I stayed, endured the beatings, bruises, broken bones. But due to the aforementioned, I stand here today. My son has his mommy. Master J offered the next key piece of advice….(paraphrased)

“How can you be brave enough to swim in the ocean, fly in a plane, unafraid of dying. Yet, here you sit whining about shit and sticking your head in the sand. It’s you, you must Save yourself, Shut the fuck up, and do it.

Turn the page…..