My 2018. Goodbye!

Years ago, let’s just say a few very not so distant months back, I embarked in this journey that only God could have taken me to and He alone knows where and when it will end. It is called, new beginning.

The beginning I have transformed myself into that even I don’t recognize. The beginning perhaps, is age, maturity or the one He had planned all along, I don’t know. The only thing I know, the road leading to it hasn’t been easy at times, excruciatingly incomprehensible but I am here, not quiet just there yet.

I learned I needed not to be afraid, not that guarded all the time but have faith, surround to the elements and once I did, I was able to embrace whatever and see it for what it is, tomorrow.

But just yesterday I stopped making plans as they would always end up with holes in them frustrating my mundane mornings of carousels. I stopped as, unbeknownst to me they were being written, they were never coming to fruition due to holes and I never understood why.

I just kept going, like Merry Go Round. So, I learned to let go and talk less about the plans as it became clear it wasn’t my job to write them but embrace whatever was already laid out in front of me.

I have been on an exploratory committee of sorts, on a train to tomorrow, an endless tomorrow that has shown its beauty, amplifying its tireless doors, drinking from a make believe bottle and I am liking it.

Tomorrow can never be promised but it can be a party, a party of life and you are invited but it is up to you however, to do whatever you want with the invitation.

To my family and peeps, I love you dearly. To you I will say, I had temporarily taken a detour but I am back. Hooray to new beginnings. Shout out to 2019. May you have an Awesome, Happy and Blessed Year. Much Love! ❤🙏🙏🙏😘


Beard Bar Owner

The universe is a beast, a drunken stupor egotistic horse at a bar. It comes in trays layered in the same aluminium foil without windows. It carves a hole, plants seeds, waters the lawn while you are still there, at the park looking over, unafraid. It displays this sadistic contorted mind with no sympathy to the wise. It cracks a joke with an appetite of an hungry racoon. It blisters, pokes, flusters. It perferates your soul with a long pointy needle cruising through your vein like moving x-ray while trying to sing you a song. It wounds but leaves no stain or scar or oil in the engine. It marches unfiltered but possessed. It keeps going anesthetized, gray and bewildered even when untreated. It does not waste an instance nor bow. It rolls relentlessly shoving a story at you, expecting you to buy it cheap. It sends you the most obnoxious heatwave that comes thundering like an unscripted runway train, assuming it to stop on the next station but standing stoic on the corner is, tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow; the wiseass beard bar owner who comes running down the pipe like a protective mother goose to quietly lay it on the table, “Nope. This way please!” Huh?!
©️Angela Aguiar