Pretty Good-ish Year

I can’t believe 2016 is coming to an end and 2017 is right around the corner. My plans for tonight? I don’t have any as usual. I’m spending another New Year’s Eve all alone and it’s ok. I’ve given up the dream of being kissed at midnight by a tall, dark, and handsome man a long time ago. Ok. Maybe a few moments ago!

This year has been a good-ish year for me. After years of self-doubt, I finally self-published my poetry collection The Chaos of Longing. Several months later it is among the top selling books in the African-American and Love and Erotica Poetry on Amazon. What amazes me the most is how many people reach out to me to tell me how the book has affected them. It makes me feel less alone knowing that there are people who can relate to my experiences. The extra income received through royalties has also given me more financial independence. I ain’t rich though. It’s just easier to pay some bills.

This year I also got a steady job after several years of unemployment and/or working seasonal gigs. It was quite scary but it opened me up more. I also got injured onsite in late August and they were assholes about it. I went to an ortho doctor recently because the pain hasn’t gone away. I was diagnosed with Morton neuroma, a nerve condition affecting the third and fourth toes. I received a steroid shot but I’m still having some issues so I don’t know how much longer I can work such a physically demanding job. On the bright side, I did lose 20+ pounds!

I also delved into online dating again at the urge of my best friend. It was quite overwhelming but I did meet someone on Ok Cupid. We went on a date and it felt nice to be wined and dined. (I’ll save those deets for the next post.)

This year didn’t come without heartache. Soothed left the complex and moved in with his girlfriend. I was depressed for a couple of weeks. I felt so final and so many feelings came rushing in. People leave and I must accept that fact. I must stop trying to hold our nothingness. Him leaving was a healing balm. I needed the wound of us to heal.

What will 2017 bring? I’m very excited to find out! So far I haven’t made any New Year’s resolutions because I tend to break them. I’m going to take more risks and live in the moment. I’m also going to stop recycling dick!

Update: Surgery, Recovery & More

As some of you may know, I had my myomectomy on Feburary 12th. A new fibroid was discovered and the surgeons were able to remove a 5cm tumor and two more that were half that size. The biggest one (7cm) was left behind. The doctor said that I would have lost my uterus if it was removed. He also said that after I’ve healed completely I need to aggressively have a baby because time is running out. Once I give birth my uterus has to be removed.

I suppose the news isn’t surprising but still saddening nonetheless. Another doctor said that I needed to have a baby due to the severity of my fibroids a few year back. I guess a part of me was waiting on my knight in shining amour to sweep me off my feet and have babies with me but maybe I need to let that dream go. Maybe I just need to go ahead and become another single black mother statistic. Is there a “be my baby daddy” website out there? I honesty don’t know what to do at this point. Maybe I’ll gain more clarity once I’m healed in a couple of months. Pray for me, send some positive vibes, etc.

Recovery was a bit challenging. My mother came every morning for about two weeks but I didn’t have any help in the evening. The painkillers also made me hallucinate like crazy. I don’t know if it is because I’m bipolar or what. It was definitely a scary experience! It’s been about three weeks and there’s some pain but I’m getting better day by day.

In other news…

I’m currently working on a poetry book that I’m self-publishing through createspace. I’ve been writing poetry since a pre-teen and always had a love for poetry. Slyvia Plath, Pablo Neruda, Maya Angelou, Khalil Gibran, and Saul Williams are my top five. With the emergence of poetry from Warsan Shire, Rapi Kaur, Nayyiah Waheed, Yrsa Daley-Ward and others, I finally feel more inspired than ever to publish. I can’t say that I’ll be as eloquent as they are because I can be self-deprecating at times and that’s ok.  We all can’t be the same.

The working title is The Chaos of Longing. It briefly touches on trauma and living with bipolar disorder but the meat of the book is about the chaos of longing for flesh, affection, self-love, and healing. And of course some of men I discuss on the blog will make an appearance. Check out excerpts on kyrobinson.net.