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How Do I Stay Motivated?

Every now and then, I get an email from someone, usually a woman, asking me, basically, the same question: “How do you stay motivated?They are asking me this question because they are familiar with my ‘back’ story.

They know that I was that woman who was told at the age of 44 that I would spend the rest of my life in and out of mental institutions. They know that I was that woman who was on so many medications I could barely keep up with all of them. They know that I was that woman who was about to lose her children for ever. They know that I was that woman who people would look at, shake their head, throw up their hands and say, “Honey, your life is over!”

I was that woman. But, I am no longer that woman. So, today, some people ask me, ‘How do you stay motivated?” I would like to answer that question via this video.

My Favorite Book Club

I was going to present a book review today. However, thinking about a book review, got me thinking about book clubs — in particular, book clubs that I have belonged to. As an adult I have been a member of two book clubs. All book clubs are not created equal. I loved both book clubs. However, I really LO-O-O-O-VED the second book club I belonged to! In fact, I miss it.

What Was I Thinking?

Okay. So, I decided that I wanted to do more work with video on my blog. However, I was having trouble with the video options offered by WordPress.com. I read that with WordPress.org there were many more plug-in options. In fact, I could ‘plug-in’ the videos from the company that I’ve been using for years (for most of my “video needs”). In the past I’ve had self-hosted WordPress websites and blogs and I got around just fine.

However, I never transferred a whole blog into another blog so I solicited the help of the WordPress.com people to assist me with the move. I felt good about that. All they had to do was get it over there and then I’d be good to go –I thought.

Well, it is up and running. I’m happy about that. However, there’s still some confusion about whether my followers are still going to be with me. I have your comments, but on the new blog, lost all my ‘likes’. Right now, I have two identical blogs. The old blog is youdontknowcrazybook.wordpress.com. The new wordpress.org site is youdontknowcrazy.com. Plus, I have a subdomain, bookblog, at my website wambui-bahati.com.

Now, I been through enough in my life to understand that this is all going to work out. However, I’m not sure how long that’s going to take. The WordPress people have been very kind and helpful. However, I’m beginning to think that they think that I’m smarter than I am. In this instance, I wouldn’t mind if they treat me like a five-year-old and hold my hand and take charge of everything — and just do it! I would not be offended.

So, I’ll be posting this on both blogs. The new blog, however, is at youdontknowcrazy.com Hopefully, the sites will be seamlessly accessible soon. I’m going to do whatever I have to do to hang on to all of you.

The good news is, I know that if this is my biggest frustration in life, I am blessed beyond compare.

Throw Your Hands in the Air!

At the comedy club . . .

Tagged: Autobiography, Black woman, comedian, Funny story, Stand up Comedy, Wambui Bahati

Not Feeling What I Need To Feel

“My friends say I’m crazy to let you go.”

Although I admire you, I can’t use you.

I don’t want to lead you on and confuse you.

Honesty is important to me,

That’s why I’m setting you free,

I’m just not feeling what I need to feel.

You are sensitive and you are handsome,

When you smile, you actually glow.

You are affectionate and intelligent,

My friends say I’m crazy to let you go.

Although I admire you, I can’t use you.

I don’t want to lead you on and confuse you.

Honesty is important to me,

That’s why I’m setting you free,

I’m just not feeling what I need to feel.

You caress my hand as we stroll through the park,

But darling, I don’t feel that romantic spark.

You invest your money well—and that’s a good thing.

But I can’t accept this precious engagement ring.

Although I admire you, I can’t use you.

I don’t want to lead you on and confuse you.

Honesty is important to me,

That’s why I’m setting you free,

I’m just not feeling what I need to feel.

~ WB

Tagged: Autobiography, Black woman, Life, poem, romance, Thoughts, Wambui Bahati

A Wambui Bahati Dance Thing

Make up your own rules! Make up your own life! Make up your own dance!

Below, same video from YouTube — choose the one that plays best for you.

Love to ALL!

My inspiration to make a dance video came from the fabulous Brooke Erdman who lives in the great, sunny and broke state of California!

Music: ‘Tornado’ from the Broadway musical, The Wiz

Tagged: Black woman, dancing, fun, Life, Wambui Bahati

Saturday Night Bath

I took a bath on Saturday night,

Just in time for Sunday.

If I do not sweat a lot,

I can make it last till Monday.

– WB

Tagged: Autobiography, Bath, Life, Thoughts, Wambui Bahati

Time on My Hands at IND Airport

Time on My Hands at IND Airport

Watching You

Somebody is always watching you

Somebody always knows

Don’t believe nobody sees what you do

Because every eye ain’t closed

Everybody’s not counting sheep

Every shut eye is not sleep

There is always somebody watching you

and you and you and you and you . . .

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Pop the champagne

Enjoy the ride

They know your numbers

They know your name

They scan your body

Before you get on a plane

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Pop the champagne

Enjoy the ride

O o o o oh sa a ay can you see . . . ?

~ WB

Tagged: Autobiography, Life, poem, privacy, Surveillance, Thoughts, Wambui Bahati

Before I Let Go and Let God

Let go and let God is the advice

My minister gave to me.

He said whenever I feel disturbed, just be still and let things be.

He said I don’t have to carry any burden all on my own;

That if I let go and if I let God,

A miraculous way will be shown.

I’m going to let go and I’m going to let God.

I believe what my minister says is true.

However, because my boss is so mean to me, there are a few other things I have to do too.

I’m going to beat my boss in his big head with this steel office chair.

I’ll pour gasoline on his scalp before I pull out each strand of his hair.

I will pull his tiny eyeballs out with my two bare hands,

And dice up his nasty, lying tongue

And put the pieces in the trash cans.

I shall squash his fingers and bash up his toes,

While squeezing his heart until no blood flows.

I’ll fling a sharp object into his hairy back,

And hang his fatty ribs from a butchers meat rack.

And after I twist both of his legs around this hot iron rod

And stomp on him with football cleats till he’s as limp as broiled cod;

Then, I’m going to sit down at my office desk and have myself some lunch.

I’m going to have a Caesar salad and a bottle of raspberry punch.

Then, I’m going to play a little Marvin Gaye on my new iPod.

Then, close my eyes — inhale — exhale

Now, I let go and let God.

~ WB

Tagged: Autobiography, Black woman, Funny story, Life, office worker, Thoughts, Wambui Bahati