Many people love the summer , I used to. Summer meant vacation, pools, cut off shorts, mac dre music and parties. During the hot summer days I used to love sitting in front of my porch while getting my hair braided (in the latest j.lo style) just watching the boys go by. I loved summer because my best friend (we used the term "best friend" so loosely didn't we?) at the time and I , had abundant hours to paint our nails ,talk about boys and walk to and from the local liquor store. Summer was the best.
And then i grew up. And then i got shot.And then it felt like i was reborn again and had to figure out my identity all over. I dont regret that experience at all , in fact that is why i love the gloomy weather so much.
It was during the autumn and winter that i lived my best and worst moments. I clearly remember looking out the window of my hospital room one evening in December. I couldn't help but to notice how clouded, dark and cold it looked outside, at the same time it charmed me. Maybe it was because i was tired of seeing the inside of a hospital building or maybe it was a sign.
Fast forward to winter of 09 ...things were boiling. I began to go to parks at night with my sister and close family
friends. For the first time i swallowed booze and vodka , i cant even
remember most of those nights in 09 because i simply passed out.
Everyone around me started to worry about my low tolerance but i
insisted that i would be ok!
I was starting to become a bit comfortable in my new skin. I can
confidently say that playing volleyball in college was when i began to
get my feet wet. When I was on that court , i felt powerful and
talented. It was like all of my worries, paranoia and self esteem issues
would seamlessly disappear when i was playing volleyball. I started to
make friends with different people, i started to voice my opinions for
the first time in a long recovery, i began to walk with my head high.
Volleyball in college was awesome but my hard reality was , moms needed help paying the bills. I felt really pressured to begin working. It took alot from me to approach a manager only to be quickly denied and stared at. It fucking sucked, it really did.
Desperate for
money, I began to hustle with my cousin and mutual friend.We knew the holidays were coming
so we worked hard...we made so much money that winter ...it was
unbelievable. My confidence and self esteem began to rise with this new
money in my pocket and designer everything. Christmas time came around
and so did we. We came back to our homes on Christmas eve with large
amounts of shopping bags including Gucci, Victorias Secret, Target ,
Best Buy and more. Our families were dumbfounded and pissed but they
were also drunk and very pleased with their gifts.
I was young and thuggin , that shit was ridiculous.
It was winter season and from time to time I wouldn't have
anyone to hang out with me because everyone was coupled up drinking hot
cocoa and watching movies -____- I slowly, desperately and depressingly
started to desire someone who would love this ugly new me. It didn't
take long before cupid came to the rescue!
It was winter
time when i fell hard for someone. Our relationship was perfectly
imperfectly and i loved it. For the first time since my accident I was
someones boo. It felt great to be wanted , it felt great to be able to
go on dates. Even tho this person and I aren't together anymore I will
forever cherish those memories during the winter time when all we wanted
was each other in the cold night and days.
My self esteem wasnt the only thing getting stronger. According to my doctors I was making a speedy recovery in terms of post surgery.
All great things happened to me in the cold time.
THE SHOOTING. COLLEGE. VOLLEYBALL. LOVE. EAST COAST. HOLIDAYS.
YOUTH ALIVE. BIRTHDAY.
LIFE.
Im looking forward to this weather. I like to reflect alot during this time.
I like to think about how i was doing when i was 19 and what life is like for me now.
