I Ain’t No Punk B****!

I’ve had a hell of a two weeks, y’all!

*fake faints to add a little drama to that statement.

Now, I won’t bore you with the details of the shenanigans I had to endure, because the important part of this story is that I’ve been drowning in a sea of insurance companies, car salesmen, and banks.

*fake faints again, just so you can know how real it is

When I say it sucked …

I mean it sucked harder than a freshly cleaned vacuum cleaner …

It sucked harder than an African woman’s teeth when she’s ripping out your edges with microbraids …

It sucked harder than …

OK, I think I can stop now because y’all get the point and I was slowing going down the road to a clever, dirty joke.

There were moments during this process when I wanted to flip over tables and cry out of frustration, but when the dust settled and I started to think back on the sequence of events, I have to admit that I’m proud of myself.

And not just because I didn’t flip any tables or cry (although I came close a few times), but because it was one of the first times in my life when I didn’t allow my pure hatred of confrontational situations make me give up.

You see, I hate confrontation; I think many of us do.

But that’s the thing.

What I learned is that it isn’t the hate of confrontation that gets our goat, it’s that we don’t know how to navigate through it.

Now, I ain’t no punk bitch (LOL), but I’ve just found over the last 37 years that it’s easier to avoid confrontation whenever I can.

But BABYEEEEEEE …

When I tell you that the Universe pulled my card this month …

Sis called me at 3 am, like “Hi, is this Erin? This is Sheryl and I just want to talk to you woman to woman.”

I was trapped, back against the wall, holding back thug tears, but …

I …

PUSHED …

THROUGH!

I said no when I meant no (something that’s hard for many people, especially women to do);

I didn’t allow anyone to pressure me into situations I wasn’t comfortable with;

I knew what I had, knew what I needed, knew when I needed it by;

And I was persistent, even when things got spicy;

Even when I was told “no”;

Even when I was told some BS that I knew was wrong or unfair.

And yes, there were times when I felt defeated, when I almost said F it and gave up.

But then I pulled out my “let me speak to your manager, middle aged woman hat” and got back in the fight.

And it worked, y’all.

It wasn’t easy and I was so emotionally exhausted from the entire process by the time Friday came that I had to take a nap like a toddler …

But it worked.

And when I look back on it, I think that even if it didn’t work out the way I wanted, I would have still been proud of myself.

Because I fought for what I needed and I kicked that fear of confrontation right in the b hole *in my Tiffany Haddish voice.

So if you’re anything like me …

And you tend to avoid confrontation like you would an unvaccinated three-year-old …

I want you to think about my adventures the next time you find yourself in a bind …

And try it …

I promise, you’ll end up beating your chest in triumph, even if you do lose.

Until next time, folks!

Love and Light,

 

Erin

What did you say?

You miss me when I’m gone?

Well, you know you can keep up with my antics every other day of the week:

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You can also find all of my books The Becoming of Us, Vol. I, The Becoming of Us, Vol. II, What’s Hiding in the Dark: 10 Tales of Urban Lore, and They Eat on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/author/erinmcmillon

 

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