Inana

Dear Reader, One thing I know for sure about me is that I’m not perfect but I have a lot to offer. I know that my life is far from perfect and therefore, I am not a master of life but merely a student of life. Even though I have come to make it my mission to be a diligent student, I know that what I know and the knowledge which I have tried to apply into action, is only a small part of what I am capable of because I am still learning, just like everybody else. You have heard me before say that I think that people always claim to want the truth when in actual fact they are really saying, “Lie to me!” and when I say people, I include myself in that group. We live in a world that is politically correct, where “civility” is put first before honesty, and although I can understand the validity of sensitivity, many times in life we find ourselves where one can not be truthful without being insensitive, or when one can not be sensitive without telling a lie. So, when presented with this cat...

Greetings, dear Reader My life is as inconsistent as life itself. My mental state, emotional state and even my physical state are never something I can anticipate lately. I literally don’t know where I will be, what I will be doing and when I will be doing “it”. I feel like a feather in a tumultuous wind, and I don’t know where I will rest, or if I will ever rest. I must be a wicked little soul because they say that there is no rest for the wicked, innit? I must be doing something that doesn’t correspond to my desires because the security I crave is nowhere in sight right now, and I am just at the mercy of life. They say that the only constant thing about life is its inconsistency, therefore one might say that I am very much in a natural state of being even though it feels uncomfortable, but in the world we live in, what is natural is not what is normal, and hence I feel beside myself right now, even if this new development is a good one. I’m not myself. All that I thought I knew...

Dear Reader, I’m sitting at home on a Saturday night -and as Joan Rivers is bashing people’s outfits on Fashion Police in the background- I am wondering what an attractive, young thing like me is doing indoors when I should be painting the town red somewhere and kissing unsuspecting young men because these youngens seem to think I’m their age. Score! Anyway, I should be out somewhere looking at a tall, dark and handsome stranger across the room, who I engage with only to forget about him the next day. DO you get my drift? Actually, I know when this whole Hermit thing of mine started because I wasn’t always like this, believe it or not. As a matter of fact, I was so wild and out of control that my mother literally prayed daily for me to repent, bless her heart. During those days, my idea of fun was meeting new people, getting tipsy and being outrageous. I started becoming a Hermit when I started my music career, 4 years and 9 months ago in 2006 when I quit my job and realized ...

Dear Reader, Well, it has been a long time since I have delved into this particular vibration of writing because I have been concentrating on celebrating life for the past few months even though I have experienced set backs like everyone else. The thing is, I do not become “contemplative” when I am in a good mood, or when I am feeling revitalized and rejuvenated. You see, I wrote more in this frequency when I was sleep deprived and tormented. Fortunately, today I am both so I have more to say than “I’m happy”. For the last few days I have been sleeping a maximum of 5 hrs of awful sleep accompanied by nightmares and so forth. So, I am in a perfect state to write long speeches. Don’t ask me why. All I know is that when I am in full, good and refreshed spirits, I have no time for writing. All I want to do when feeling my best is to experience life than to write about it. When I am in good form, I prefer to live in the NOW than to speak about living in the NOW. I usually spend my ti...