In today’s metaphor of the day we tackle the ugly potato… 

I love potatoes, mashed, baked, wedged, fried, sliced, steak style.. I can go on and on with all the ways I enjoy potatoes. But no matter how you slice it, it’s still a potato. 

So what? We all know it’s a potato, we know what it looks like in its rawest form after blooming… so why do we act so clueless as to what to do with potatoes when we decide we want, French fries… or say garlic mash? 

Person 1: I want fresh cut French fries sprinkled with basil. 

Person 2: I got two potatoes for you. 

Person 1: what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? 

Person 2: Umm.. cut it up to make fries perhaps? 

It seems so obvious in this example, but we excuse it in our every day lives with our own desires…. a lot of us dream and drool for basil crusted French fries… some of us, seasoned wedges… yet we have the potatoes in our hands just collecting space. 

Why aren’t we doing more with what we have?

Why aren’t we willing to trust and wait for things to grow and bloom?

What has become of us that we are in a speedy delivery type of motion? Rome wasn’t built in a day.. a tree doesn’t sprout in a week.. 

Why do we neglect the process of… the process? 

Everything is in motion… a thought becomes a thing, a thing sparks a thought and the cycle never ends. 

So why do we have all this power, just to give it to people who won’t give us the time.. let alone the attention needed to get your potato from a solid ugly lump, to a tender baked butter potato to compliment the sirloin steak we desi(red) so deeply? 

Why do we care when no one cares about our desires and the obstacles we face in manifesting them? 

Why do we judge what those who actually do something with their potatoes while we let ours collect dust? 

Why do we try to control how many consume their potatoes while ours rot in our kitchen? 

Some say…why get the potato raw, when I can buy it cooked? 

I say, why not? Whatever floats your boat… just know how to cook the raw potatoes for when the day comes that you can’t buy it cooked and you’re starving. 

See, we get too caught up in the visual, our perception of what we see to determine what we will do or not.. while being aware is vital.. Being fluid is above that. 

Fluidity is understanding the need to adapt with the current waves… yet still fixated on the focus knowing that although visually the path seems off course… this is exactly where you need to be, and where you need to grow. 

I’m dicing some potatoes as well.. and while keeping an eye on the time, I’m seasoning it precisely… and it smells amazing, the oven been preheated so it’s all a go. 

While I wait for my food to be done, I’m making room for all the guests who will enjoy this meal.. in a very accommodating manner. 

I say all that to say this, no matter how you slice it, a potato is just that..  it’s what you do and how much time you take with the potato that determines how satisfying and fulfilled you are with your meal… Shit real. 


Merrrrrrryyyy Christmas! 

Wow how the time flies! 

I hope you all are in good spirits. 

The holidays has been very good to me and mine, I’m grateful for the way this year is ending… I missed you WordPress. I have so much to share…. as always. 

Family is a bond, more than genetics. The unity of a family despite differences, is priceless.  We can’t control what family we are born into, but the bond built is something we are ultimately responsible for. There’s beauty in all family struggles, overcoming them just strengthens the bond.. and during these times of celebration, family is at the fore front. Whether you feel you have a little or a lot, one thing that is for certain, is we have each other… And that’s more than any gift you can receive. 
I will pick back up once the new year arrives, I’ll recap in a few days this very interesting year.. hopefully you pick up some gems along the way. 
Stay blessed, you know shit real.