Mood With Toni Morrison

Which Toni Morrison are you today? I think I’m shot six, just incredulous at the endless love of the universe. Be grateful, be thankful, be patient. Everything will work out for your highest good. Remember if your energy is shiesty (shady af), your highest good would be learning consequence, so stop being a shit person. And that’s for everyones good. Photo: Black Women Radicals

The Hair Gypsy: Amber

I know it’s not cool to want karma to get those that deserve it, but damn it’s hard when people are blatant ass munches and continually get away with it. I knew this person and although she appeared to be a positive cheerleader, she was also a pathological liar and narcissist. I should’ve seen it coming and I think in a way I did.

I met her trying to secure the next chapter in my professional career. She presented herself as the owner of a new salon in town. Even the name of it was born from her struggles. Her story was inspiring and nothing shy of amazing. A multi-cancer survivor, mother of three and grandmother. Did I mention we’re the same age? Wow!! If this lady could go through so much and be this strong and hopeful and positive, why was I so scared to go from employee to self-employed? What was MY hang up? If this broad can do all of this, I can definitely do a portion of it. I got the position (!), became self-employed and started on my current journey.

As time went on I noticed her detaching, becoming less available to the staff. She had built this store with 13 stylist aside from myself. I viewed her differently than the others, she wasn’t my boss, just the landlord. Believing we forged a friendship I would ask her what’s wrong, but received no response. She up and ghosted me, leaving me to ponder what I’d done to upset her. We went on family trips together!

Year two I started to question her motives, after uncovering a lot of misinformation. For instance she was never the owner and the “silent investor” wasn’t so silent. I tried to look over discrepancies, but boy there were a lot. Two weeks after opening a new space the rent increased! Under the guise of using a new software program to teach me how to add appointments, bitch hijacked my account, changing the password, stealing clients, addresses and color formulations I’ve spent ten years building!The real kicker, she was never a licensed stylist! She never even graduated cosmetology school!!!! She’s all over social media taking pictures asking people if she should “get back into doing hair.”

The most frustrating part is that she’s constantly around town working her Gypsy ways, acquiring things from people under the impression she had their best interest at heart. But it’s a game show.

When you stop having something she wants, you’re disposed of. Why do I keep getting involved with shady ass punks? Photo: Numerologistcom

Ever Evolving Karmic

“Yeah, I cheated twice.”

I asked him to tell me the truth.
Told him that I wouldn’t get mad, but I needed to know.

“Did you ever cheat on me?”

I knew he did, I practically saw it with my own eyes when those girls responded to his Craigslist ad, with scantily clad bikini photos. I saw it when I broke into his Facebook, checking his inbox where a woman demanded to know “Sexy, why haven’t you answered me?” Speaking to my boyfriend, who I live with as if he were hers. Most cloying was his reply, the need to explain, she’s someone he answered to. After his confession I kicked him out. We were suppose to have a fresh start after a couple of years apart, but if I didn’t ask he wouldn’t have told me. This was not something that weighed heavy on his soul, he didn’t feel bad for his betrayal.

He would do it again.

When he left I was destroyed for a couple of days, because I knew he cheated far more than what he said. There could never be trust between us, we were ruined. On the last day of my soul purging our karmic adieu the lesson came.

How we started is how we should end. I cheated on my boyfriend Luis to be with Mike, so it was only fitting that the same should happen to me, times three. This was my karma. This is how the universe confirmed it’s pulsating, energetic, ever-evolving karmic presence. I never cheated again.

Karma is both good and bad, one will always reap what they sow, the longer it takes the worst it will be. The longer it takes the better it will be. Sometimes we are the victims of our own hands, who need to take accountability. Thinking back to bad times objectively, can you see a possibility of experiencing karma, for something you’ve done wrong prior? Photo: The Female Warhol