The changing of the Seasons

it's something i have always been fond of about Chi-town, if you don't know nothing else, you know when the seasons are changing..

too bad my life hasn't mirrored the Chicago seasons...everytime i look, it feels like i am in the dead of summer. sweat stained, arm pit reeking, clothing peeling, butt stuck to the plastic seat cover, 108 degree summer. it's something about sitting with your hair plastered to your head, curls long gone, t-shirt and your panties on trying to fan cool air from somewhere to provide you with momentary comfort... it's something to look at yourself in all of your glory, or lack thereof.

when you all dressed up fly to death, it's easy to hide behind the fluff..it ain't too much hiding you can do when your spiral curls stuck to your forehead and the dripping sweat burning your eyeballs.

i have realized that i have wasted a lot of my time and energy trying to fight the powers to be...trying to prove this and be that..for what? everything ain't worth battling over because in the end people still gonna think what they want and do as they please. i have learned that there are some people that are always going to be jerks no matter what day of the week it is....and seeing that i can only control me and that when i finally close my eyes it's only going to be me and the maker that i needed to start living my life in such a way that it wouldn't matter what anyone else was or wasn't doing because i was doing what i was supposed to be doing. it's simple but somewhere on this road we call life, i had forgotten that...i had got caught up in the madness of living for someone else rather than living for myself.

it's funny how the temperature began to drop as i began to recapture and redirect my life's energy. yup, the season is surely changing and it looks like my perpetual personal summer is about to experience a long overdue snow fall.

it feels good to be among the living again.