I was on Facebook and one of the memories took me to an older Vizionz post. Which one I am not sharing but wow. The hope which was there in that post I thought I would never feel again. I did though, and felt more and there as a win to be found just not the one I thought it would be. Funny how that works right?

I hit a goal on social media and was ready to do pivot #1 when a pretty lady from Atlanta broke the Internet. She told her story in 50+ parts on TicTok and the planned pivot feels like a bandwagon ride. I will continue on because this was always the plan. Who knows it might even whisk me further than I thought and move the timeline up.

When I listened to this woman’s story not gonna lie, I was able to see how some things happen. I am not going to mention it at the moment, but yep I see it. Shit, I’ve ignored red flags myself chasing a dream.

When I think about her story, my story, the story of countless other women, even ____ it all can be traced back to this world which convinces women that without a male partner you are incomplete. Keeping it 100? Some really aren’t complete w/o. While that makes me sad I have to not be a bitch and acknowledge that all variations of woman exist. Yes if it were in my power I would wave a wand and the scales would fall from their eyes, but that is not my superpower.

Yes I am biased by my POV and experiences but being biased doesn’t = wrong.

She – reesateesa – said out loud that she overlooked a lot because she wanted it to finally be her turn. Yep that hit hard as fuck. I was in that space once, and lord willing and the creek don’t rise I won’t be back. Yes I might end up in another relationship but the idea that it might be ‘my turn finally’ nah. I am not built for that ‘turn’ I am built for something else and to teach something else. I am gaining traction and now it is time to peel another layer.

At times we keep someone around because the idea of being back out ‘there’ dating knowing the dating pool is more legion than Idris. I won’t sentence myself to that existence. I am thankful that I am open enough that I don’t have to, and stubborn enough to not want to. The words of the random echo, “you won’t ever submit to…” and I shall not.

I mean…its not the first time someone said I was not submissive and I will make damn sure it is not the last.