Pardon me. I invited you in weeks ago, but I never formally introduced myself.
I’m Monique Danielle, but most call me Mo-. What I do for a living is not as important as who I am or what I stand for.
I’m proudly middle-aged and convinced that as long as I have a measure of good health, I can attempt the one or two or three things I should have done sooner. The question now is not about capability but whether I have the heart for the sacrifice. Everything cost something.
I believe in love in all of its forms. I am strong enough to be a part of someone’s life and discerning enough to know when to leave. I care immensely and love intensely, but it is evil to infringe upon another person’s happiness, or allow them to interfere with mine.
I have three expectations of others: (1) be who you truly are; (2) live up to the standards that you set; and, (3) demand the same from me.
I’m tolerant, even of things that I may disagree with. I tend to go left when everyone is going right. I’m exacting and demanding and sometimes my patience runs really short. Empathy comes natural to me, shallowness bores me, and human connection drives me.
I strive for an “A” even when I know that my best is a “B.” I’m innately curious and can never learn enough. In everyone and everything there is a lesson: even a broken clock is right twice a day. (Cliché, I know.)
My daily motto is: “I will judge nothing that occurs today.” Each day I get better at living this out.
My spiritual journey is sacred and personal, so is yours. The road you travel and how you arrive are not my concerns. Not because I lack interest, but because I hold in the highest regard your right to define you, your life and God. I will never interfere with another’s journey, and neither will anyone impinge upon mine.
If you need to know what type of daughter, mother, grandmother, godmother, niece, cousin, friend or co-worker that I am, confer with someone who knows me well.
Have I done things that I thought I would never do, said things that I shouldn’t have said, made decisions that I wouldn’t make again, apologized when I didn’t mean it, refused to apologize when I should have, loved good people at bad times, left too soon, stayed too long, talked too much or didn’t speak enough?
Yes. I lack perfection.
I am not etched in stone. Neither is my life. Who I am today is the sum of my experiences thus far. But each day I seek out and thrive for moments that lead me to different places, new people, and purposeful events that could ultimately change it all.
Eventually I may have to reintroduce myself. But for now, this is my snapshot.
P.S. – Feel free to introduce yourself.