The Next Level: Turning 40

Wow…

ME…Kween…will be 40 (God willing) on January 10, 2013. I will have lived four decades (almost half of a century) on this earth.

I’m not daunted about the age though. Not the fears that I’ll look back and wonder where my best years went, or ask myself what am doing with my life, or mourn the fact that I’ve yet to have children and most likely will not. (I’ve done that already).

Why cringe at the grace God’s given me? I’ll be 40 and will have survived these years with a healthy constitution  a roof and four walls, a circle of beautiful friends and a good, albeit…wacky…family. I’m blessed. I love who I am and what and who I’ve become. I’m proud of myself for having been consistent in friendships and personality and for having grown in the places that needed to grow. I pray I’ll live to see the age my great grandmother died at…91. Sounds like a good number. Hell, if I survive to see 81…the age my grandmother died…I’ll still have done this 40 thing, TWICE!

I have plans for my birthday. I’ve always just let my day pass without a thought to celebration. I used to wait around for people to surprise me (which happened once at the age of 30), but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to own my entry into my fine forties and kick it off with a bunch of ladies whom I couldn’t imagine having anything but the best time with. There will be some missing from the fray…some by circumstance, others by choice…and perhaps…I’ll nod and sip to their part in my journey. What I do know…is that I am going to have a ball.

The weekend in question will boast dinner, drinks, fun and maybe even a little shopping…but mostly it will boast LOVE. The love for my friends and theirs for me. If I could invite EVERYONE and see to it that they all showed up no matter where they were coming from…I promise you, I would. What I AM certain of, is that the well wishes that will be in the room will be no more important than the ones I get from afar.

Wow…I’m turning 40 y’all…FORTY. Thank God and good genes for that baby face! hehehe!

I’ll be sure to chronicle the weekend so as to share my day with you all.

Until then…Peace and Kweenly Love

Glad I Did

Me, sporting the b-fly ring my Auntie gave me!

I spent this past weekend in Connecticut.

My cousin Kaitlyn recently graduated from Sacred Heart University and is about to soon start grad school in Hartford, CT. Child Psychology…

I’m so very proud of her. She and my cousin Arthur are the first to graduate in this family since Kaitlyn’s father, my uncle Ken. She’s so mature and I truly do see a lot of myself in her. I didn’t tell her that, but I do. She’s thirsty for knowledge…but, she’s going the distance. (Interesting analogy since Kait used to run track). It was also a birthday party. She turned 21 on July 1st.

Kaitlyn and her boo, Stan…isn’t he cute? 🙂

When my mom asked me if I wanted to go, I said yes immediately. I wanted to go and support my little cousin, but I also wanted to just SEE them. My uncle, his wife Kathy and their two girls Kaitlyn & Megan live about 2 hours away in CT. I don’t drive. My mother visits more than I do, but often her trips have an agenda…normally church-oriented. I’m not into church like she is. She and my uncle both are reverends…so, I tend to want to stay home. Due to this being more about Kaitlyn, family and fun going wasn’t an issue this time. I figured, we’d go and come home. The day OF…my mom informs me that we’d be staying. One, she’s not driving the 2hrs there to turn around and do it again later that night. I couldn’t be mad…but, I didn’t really wanna do an overnighter. I sighed hard and reluctantly got up and began packing a bag. All of a sudden, I wanted to stay home. I love to travel places, but sometimes I just want to be by myself. I thoroughly enjoy my own company. Sue me…lol

We got there and before long my uncle had checked us into the nearby hotel. He’d secured (and paid) for rooms for us all. We rested and eventually back at the house for the tent-covered BBQ in Kaitlyn’s honor.

In attendance (other than my uncle and his family) was my Aunt Iris, her youngest son Arthur, his girlfriend Tracey and my other cousin’s daughters, Damia and Amaya. My youngest uncle, Maurice came with his wife, JoAnn, son Stephen and my grandmother and matriarch, Mary. Missing in action: My sister, Monifa and her man, Michael, Damia and Amaya’s dad, Damyan and my middle uncle, Ernest Sr., his wife Lorraine and their sons Ernie Jr. and Eric. (Down south: My cousin Tisha, her husband and two kids. Their brother Ken Jr…wasn’t there either, even though he lives in NY.)

It was something like a mini Family Reunion…but there were also others there from my uncle’s church family, his in-laws and neighbors and friends of the girls.

Food was served, live blues was played and we fought for our lives against the mighty Connecticut Mosquitoes. LOL I was eaten alive…back, legs, arms…chile…it was a BBQ and we weren’t the only things snacking out there in the woods. LOL

Sunday morning…we all congregated at my uncle’s church. He preached a wonderful sermon out of 1st Samuel 19. To summarize: Sometimes no matter how good a warrior you are, you have to let GOD do your fighting FOR you. Those who think they can conquer you when God has already sought your victory…are foolish and will be dealt with. In the meantime, to quote his sermon’s caption, “I’m Running For My Life”. I realized just how much of that I’ve been doing. In the past I could have stood my ground, made my statements, retaliated back with words of things I shouldn’t have said…but, I chose silence. While doing so…others who know and love me, spoke for me and perhaps that may have irritated my adversaries…but, the truth is the truth and no matter what spin is put on it…the truth needs no garb.

I came away from this weekend…spiritually rejuvenated and duly refueled. My reluctance to go died a very quiet death on the 95 to CT. I didn’t want to go on Saturday, but I’m glad I did.

I love my family…they’ve proven to be more than I even knew. God bless them and those who have become my chosen family. Life is good. God is better…I’m blessed. PERIOD.