Flatlands Of A Different Source

As it seems, the flatlands of Oklahoma City aren’t as flat as I had originally thought.

For one, there are often many layers about a city that go unnoticed, and if you’re really gangsta, you’re able to dismiss the ones you do notice. When I finally arrived to Oklahoma City, I felt a kind of vibe that suddenly propelled me down the street a few blocks from the Greyhound station. To be honest, this vibe actually hit me sitting on the bus as we pulled into the tiny bus terminal surrounded by the usual suspects of Greyhound bus travelers.

Disclaimer: this type of sudden excursion is often very common in my travels. Even as a young whipper-snapper, I remember exploring in the woods and having to be rescued by adults other than my parents. You know, the adults that wear blue uniforms that resemble somethings on the sleeve about protect and serve.

But, I digress.

Regardless, I grabbed my bag and shuffled myself down the street where I found myself in the middle of the city. I wandered a bit until I reached a section of the city and for once, I felt that same I am home feeling that I’m used to finding on these trips. It’s the I am home feeling that originally gave me the strength to tackle the now five trips back and forth across this country. It’s also the I am home feeling that draws me closer to the people who make this trip so rewarding for me.

…and now, I’m here writing about it.

Yes, I’m still home too.

M.C. Davis

Oh, How You Look Tonight!

Often, we tend to miss the point.

We give ourselves just enough room to satisfy the urge, but we tend to fail miserably in the joys of breaking the bread. In essence, we spend most of our lives saving for the future, but just as soon as the future wakes us up one day to remind us that it’s ready for its first day on the job, we start saving again.

Heck, it’s all we’ve been known to do so when it’s time to spend the same amount of capital you’ve been saving for years, we fall into a type of fear trap. Slowly, we allow ourselves to digress into that scared soul; breaking all the mirrors in the house in fear of seeing our priorities in full color.

Simply put, why not take yourself out on a date every once in a while?

Without too much thought, show yourself a real good time as you give yourself a very sexy compliment in how you look, dress, feel, or walk. Take yourself on a long saunter through a park on a cool night. If you’re really feeling dangerous, buy yourself some ice cream and walk around the city like you own every crevice.

Because you do…indeed you do.

Then after you’ve wined and dined yourself, tuck yourself into a down comforter for a good night’s uninterrupted sleep. When you dream (and yes, you will dream) dream of the day you’ll get to do that all over again.

You may even put out a little bit the next time.

M.C. Davis