where to begin...

After 1, 2, 3, 4, ... 13 consecutive unanswered texts to my recent ex boyfriend; I had an epiphany. Half of the things I say to him, I don't think he comprehends. So, why not talk to someone who does? Being told numerous of times that I "play" love like chess. Why not? I've been working through my own love drama and as of right now I have three open cases I'm working on for others. For some time now I have been miserable and most of it comes from me knowing exactly what I should do, pertaining to the relationship, but just can't do it. A feud between heart and mind. I've learned to play knight and not queen.

So, now I ask myself where to start. This blog is far from somewhere to vent. I read between the hype. The promotion of love by the media and the one individual selling you the story. I grew up in a house with a mom like you never knew. I was three when she started filling me in about sex. Birds and the bees? I still don't know how that story goes. All I got was "coochie and penis". [hahaha] Then on the flip, I was a daddy's girl. He put things to me very simply. In a way easy to understand; the "man way". Men aren't as complicated as women think they are. It's always to the point and simple, EVEN if they're playing their infamous games.

Yes, once upon a time I was a full blown tomboy. Then puberty hit. Now, I'm a sexy, young, independent woman that likes to drive motorcycles, ATVs and jet skis. I like nothing less than 20inch rims on my car. Point? I get the guy and I get the lady. When I "play chess", I understand the position of each player and work with the dynamic of each piece. I just get it and a commodity I feel I've been blessed with.

This is my task. Try to put my words into text and record my personal love/life hassles and others as I go.
Most likely tonight will be a night one of my cases of my own drama arises. Sunday's are always busy.

Signing Off As,

Teesh Shanice

Self Made Matter of the Heart sitter, Photographer & Daughter.