Bag Lady

It's so trendy to have an 'everything' bag. You know, one of those big bags you can fit a pair of flats, your book, nook/iPad, a water bottle, keys, lips gloss, wallet, cellular device, and most importantly, change for the dollar cab, or is that just me? Who knows what the day may bring, but before we head out the door, we already have a full bag, so the possibility of us fitting anything that we may pick up along the day's journey, is slim to none.

If what I've described above is a slight description of you, you may indeed be, a bag lady. If Erykah Badu's song begins to pop in your head, perfect, if not, queue music. 

** Bag Lady, you gone miss your bus

     You can't hurry up

     Cuz you've got too much stuff **

I'm going to go out on a limb and say Ms. E. Badu wasn't talking about a bus, but more so, opportunities, relationships, or what have you. For the sake of this post, let's stick with relationships.

Ladies, I know it can be hard, and I for one can admit that I have fallen guilty, but we can't fill our bag with a little bit of Tyrone, Mike, Alex, Tim, Jay and D, then try to go out and find someone new. We've packed our hearts to capacity with the previous cats so the ability to find someone else becomes hard because we don't know where he will fit in. We have too much of 'the other' weighing us down, that when Mr. Right comes along, we can't bum rush to meet him, because Mr. All Wrong, Mr. Not Right Now and Mr. Imposter are comfortably wedged into the crevices of our heart and we're not ready to let them go. We carry them from site to site and wonder why we're the only one getting TOO hype when Single Ladies comes on -- and no, it's not because we're crazy Beyoncé fans.

I'm ready to say that sometimes, only sometimes, when pointing the finger of blame, we need to run to our closest mirror to ensure we are pointing out the right culprit, ourselves. Just like in the courtroom, stare the culprit straight in the eye and affirm that you've chosen the right person. With firmness in your tone, head held high, and shoulders back, repeat to yourself that you are " Too Fresh To Be Stale" and you will not be held back anymore. You're going to lay down that burden at the door, and let the new mercies of the day, greet you upon the first step.

I end with these three questions:

1. How many of us tote that we're 'Single and ready to mingle'?

2. How many of us are waiting for Mr. Right?

If you've answered yes to any of the above questions, riddle me this: 

3. How many of us can actually raise our hands in approval, given the baggage that we may be totting?

My message to you, keep that 'everything' bag in it's place, it's a trend, don't wear it like a fashion statement. It'll get old real fast and Single Ladies will still be your anthem come 2012.

Too many of us carry excess baggage and we're weighed down before we even get started.

Smoochis :*
KK