Hi Everyone,
In case anyone hasn’t noticed, the last time I blogged was on Sunday June 16, 2013. Why? Well, my life as I know it got in the way. This is what I mean.
One day I was sitting on my couch, waking up from a well deserved nap, and then something happened and I had to leave.
I have to admit I wasn’t exactly happy about the timing. Earlier that day I had put away everything from being on set. Less than six hours later, I was packing the same bag to go away for an undetermined number of days.
After I checked a couple of schedules, I realized I had to leave in less than fifteen minutes. The best way for me to get out of my apartment in a hurry is to set my TV on sleep and turn up the volume so I can hear it in every room. Once that was that done, I packed everything I thought I would need for the next two to five days. Paperwork, highlighters, (which I secretly thanked myself for buying earlier in the day) four books, writing paper, pens and pencils were carefully placed at the bottom of the bag. Then I began packing all my toiletries. Recognizing that I had little to no room for clothes, I packed light but decided to wear the heavier clothes.
With time running out, I grabbed all of what I affectionately call my, “Hoochie Mama,” undergarments and piled them on my bed. They make me feel powerful, sexy, and invincible. Over the next few days, I was going to need all the help I could get. I needed to feel all of the above and more. If they could help me, increase my confidence, they were going to be packed first. Buying clothes is easily accomplished. “Hoochie Mama,” undergarments take time, which was not on my side. Besides, THAT city always freaks me out. A few minutes later I was out the door.
Although I didn’t tell my Ex where I was going, or why, I did tell him that I would be leaving and when I thought I would be home. If I did tell him, he would wonder, worry. Any of his voiced or unvoiced concerns would simply add to my apprehension, anxiety. My thinking was and still is, why bother telling anyone anything until it is over.
So how did everything go? As well as can be expected when you’re expecting the unexpected. I’m home. I’m safe. And that’s all that matters.
Just so everyone knows I’ve already started working on the next few blogs so check back tomorrow!
Thank you for reading A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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