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Stumbling Through Life and Love

Sunset at Broad River boat landing

The other morning as I got up to get ready for work, I stumbled to the bathroom. I thought I am always stumbling and not just when I walk, but in life as well. Hence, the title. Here I am, 45 years old, training for my next career transition, still not knowing what I want to be when I grow up. Single, with minimal prospects, actually zero to none 😆. And I don’t even know how to rectify the situation. Or at least the suggestions from others aren’t working and I am this close 👌🏾 to saying fuck it (a sewing needle couldn’t even fit in the distance between my thumb and finger).

I know there are people who may say I am being too picky and I am not sure if there is a such thing. This is the person I plan on spending the rest of my life with. As I said before, I’m 45, I don’t think I have room for error. Maybe the term should be unrealistic. Now, I do believe that is possible. But I’m not even being unrealistic. I have 3 nonnegotiables for when I look at someone’s dating profile or someone I meet organically. One, must believe in God. I don’t care how cute you are or anything else that may sound good in your profile, that is an instant swipe left. Two, doesn’t want kids. There is nothing I can do for a man who wants kids. I’m too old and I don’t want kids. Now, he can have kids. My preference is kids that are close to grown, but I won’t rule anyone out based on the kid(s) age. Three, cannot be a conservative. This may ruffles some feathers. I do not care what side you lean towards in the general sense, but I am a woman. And as I woman, I do not believe that men should have any say in what women do with our bodies. Yes, I believe in God, but what I do is between me and God. Just like what that man does is between him and God.

Now, for all the other things that may cause others to say I am “picky”. Only having one picture, only pictures with a hat on (hats are men’s makeup), saying nothing at all on their profile, I don’t find you attractive, and they are looking for something casual (i.e. fuck buddy). I have swiped left so many times, they are running out of men in my area. They have just started to recycle the ones I already said no to 🤦🏾‍♀️. I think dating websites are so strange and I am annoyed that this is probably the best way to meet someone. I’m terrible at it. The texting back and forth having meaningless conversations. The round of getting to know you questions. The awkward conversations when you finally do talk. Yet, when I think about it, I don’t know if I’m good at organic dating either 😬. I think the plus in organic dating is there is an initial spark. Something to build on. Not the build-a-bear scene of dating apps.

When it is all said and done, I want a husband. Not just to say I got married, or I could have married the wrong person years ago 😆. So, I will keep stumbling through this life open to love and loving. Waiting to fall and that man to catch me (so cheesy). He better catch me! I don’t know if I can take another fall, figuratively and literally 😂. Y’all saw what I looked like the last time. And fortunately or unfortunately, you all are going to have a front row seat. Hell, I already have a story to tell. Next blog. This blog post was the story builder, like the first movie or book in a series. For your sake and mines, I hope it is a short series. Continue to be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

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Only Me, Episode 1

I leave out just as I do every morning, windows down. Passenger window completed down, driver’s side crack to allow a little breeze, but not enough to mess up my hair. Jamming to the Gospel According to PJ. Something plops into my car. So weird. It lands on this plastic bag with a couple of shirts inside it. Of course, I’m like what the hell was that. It moved! It fucking moved! It is a damn frog 🐸. Maybe 2 inches big. Hell, I don’t know. All I know at this point is there is a damn frog in my car. I immediately think of this picture,


I called my friend, all the while, glancing over occasionally to make sure he isn’t making his way towards me. I’m hoping he went into the bag and I can get him out easily. But animals and I don’t have a good history. I didn’t tell y’all about the bird who flew in the house and spent the night in my room. Well actually, it died in my room 🤦🏾‍♀️. Anyhoo, I started screaming in her ear as soon as she answered the phone. She recommended I pull over and get him out, but I just wanted to get to work. When I finally decided to pull over in a gas station, just in case I passed out someone would see and call 911, I realized I passed the last one.

Now, I am crossing the bridge to Hilton Head with this damn frog in the car. Thank God, he was grateful for the ride to the island and didn’t try to kill us both. I normally park in the further spot where no one or nothing can get out of the passenger seat. Not today! He had to get the hell out of my car. I had my strategy together. I’m going to lift the plastic bag out of the car with my walking stick. This way if he jumps out, it won’t be on me. Okay, I’m ready. Side note: I left the car running and I don’t know why😆.

I get out, leaving the driver side door open. Grab my walking stick and slowly lift the bag out of the car. I lay it down on the ground. Nothing yet. I lightly tap the bag hoping he will jump his little ass out. Still nothing. I grab the bottom of the bag and dump the shirts out. Yep, no frog. I guess it was too much to hope this would be easy. I take the walking stick and hit around under the passenger seat, sure enough he jumps into the back seat. Now, I am screaming, “Get your little ass out of my car!” I grab the back door and yank it open, hit the seat, he jumps to the other side. I run to the other side, well something like that 😂, and open the other back door. Now, all four doors are open. You think he would take this opportunity to exit the vehicle. I got him on the island safely. I’m assuming that is what his goal was for plopping into my car. Time to go little buddy.

What does he do? He jumps into the back fucking window. Seriously! Mind you, I’m screaming and fussing at him the whole time. This gentleman who works at National Branding Solutions, another business in the plaza, looks over at me amusingly. I say with the whiniest tone I have probably used since I was a kid, “There is a frog in my car.” There are still good men in the world 😆. He sits his belongings on the ground and saunter on over. I hit the back window a couple of times, the frog jumps into the spotlight, he scoops him up and deposits him on to the ground. Whew 😅.

I feel like this type of shit only happens to me. What are the chances of a frog hanging out on your roof, jumping into your car and not having the good sense to get out when the opportunity is offered? High, where I am concerned. You have no idea. Which is why I decide to title this “Only Me, Episode 1”. Feel free to laugh until you cry at these stories. I do after it’s over.

It has been so long since I’ve said this. Be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

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Book 44

So I just happen to be 44 today. Damn,  I know, I’m old. I don’t feel that old and thanks to genetics, I don’t look that old either. When I think about it I am not really sure what 44 is suppose to look like or feel like. With that said, I may just look 44. And that is okay because I’m cute 😆. I’ll take it!


You know how some people get sad as they get a year older because they think they should be farther along in life. I haven’t exactly suffered from that but this year, I feel a little something. I feel unbalanced (and not just because I have MS). I am literally leaving the only home I have every known and starting completely over. No job and no real plan 😬. Crazy right?!? Yet here I am, just out here. 


I have no idea what Book 44 will contain, but I do have some expectations. For example, a husband, dammit! Lol. I expect my writing to get better and to finish my first book. I expect to travel more and to take pictures of all my adventures. I expect to be a better aunt to my niece since I will be closer to her now with the move. I expect to continue my advocacy work for the limited. I expect to finally figure out what the hell I want to be when I grow up. I expect to continue to grow my legacy of love. And on and on and on. I expect to not stop!


Each year I feel as if my life is just beginning. I feel as if I have more time to do what I was put on this earth to do. And this year is no exception. The only exception is I want to be intentional. I don’t want to loosely set goals and pray that they will happen. I want to set goals, take action steps to accomplish those goals and pivot when needed. I believe I can do that.


Well, Happy Birthday to me 🥳!!! As your next book approaches, what are some of your expectations? Goals? And how do you plan on accomplishing them? I would love to hear them! You can always comment in the box below or shot me an email at elsims27@yahoo.com. Be well and whole. Much love 🧡💚

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