Hindsight Really IS 20/20!

Hi, Everyone!

Next month, I will be celebrating my 20^th Birthday, if The Lord spares me nothin’ happen. I’m the second youngest of my entire family (Cousin Erica is a year younger than I), but I gotta say that I am very excited to know that in a month’s time, I will be celebrating two decades of this wonderful thing that I like to call “The Life of Natasha Renee Stewart.”

I said all of that to say this: Though I am only nineteen and three-quarter years old, there’s an old saying that I’ve been hearing from my Gramma Jewel, my parents, and even the late Mrs. Harriette Fields—they all have mentioned to me at some point in my life that hindsight is always 20/20. A clear example of this old adage dates back to just a few years ago, when I wanted to get my mom a very special gift for her 40^th Birthday, but I only had thirty dollars in my allowance. The best gift that I could get for her was a lavender stationery set, which consisted of a notepad, a purple pen, and stickers—all of which had her first name engraved. Well, to this day, my mom is crazy about that purple pen (she takes it everywhere she goes); she says that I picked the sweetest gift because it came straight from the heart.

Imagine that—we were celebrating my mom’s birthday, but I somehow received a present in the form of wisdom. Yes, Mom showed me through her actions that hindsight is 20/20.

And now we fast forward to this present day in time!

Incidentally, Ruby and Theo did ask me about Ray, and as soon as I told them that we had split up, it hit me like a bolt of lightning! Yes, the break-up did hurt like hell, but then I got to thinking: All things considered, I never once said that I loved Ray. If anything, I said that I was in love with him, and that I liked him. I also made mention that I would be careful not to put all my eggs in one basket. And while I know that I did my damnedest to make the long-distance relationship work, I wasn’t so far in love to where I was unable to focus on my studies. And then, too, while I am not immune to disappointment, I almost forgot one important factor: I am Natasha Renee Stewart—Papa Ben’s little honeybee, Mama Dani’s little smurfette, Gramma Jewel’s little bright eyes, and one third of the Tripod! How dare I forget my own worth?!

Aw, snap—the Vipress is back, y’all, and she ain’t takin’ no prisoners!

And by the way: I absolutely love this visual aid for today’s blog post—it suits me perfectly!

Peace Out!

Natasha