The Honey Hive

The Thing I Let Go Of (My Emancipation) By: Honey B. Baker

A couple of weekends ago I went to a football game at my old high school/former employer. I truly have a love-hate relationship with my hometown and the people there. Due to things beyond my control I have always felt like whatever move I make was overly scrutinized and I was under a microscope, a fact that I was overly aware of.

I knew the questions would come, “What are you doing here? I thought you were in Michigan.” “What happened with law school?” “Oh you didn’t like law school, huh?” Read that as saying, “Oh you must not have been able to hack it in law school.”

Why I Stopped Auditioning By: Honey B. Baker
A man wants a woman who has her own, a woman who can cook, a woman who keeps herself up, a woman who is this, a woman who is that. At one point in time I saw myself at least in a happy and stable relationship by the time I was 25. Every time I became halfway serious with a guy I started auditioning for the wife role—cooking and doing whatever in between to make him realize I was the “one”. However, as my 26th birthday draws nigh I realized something the man who is meant for me isn’t going to need for me to audition.

Your Dirty Shoes By: Honey B. Baker
Quick question, would you go outside and stomp in a mud puddle and then trek inside of someone’s house and just walk around dragging the mud from room to room? Of course you wouldn’t at least I hope not. I’m hoping before you enter someone’s house you’d kick off the muddy shoes at the door and precede after that.
If you wouldn’t track mud into someone else’s home, why would you track mud into someone else’s life? That is exactly what we do when we do not take time to clean our hearts and our minds after bad “situationships” and relationships come to an end. Let’s face it, relationships and connections end and sometimes we are on the receiving in the brunt of the burden of the hurt and the pain of the rejection and the emotional toll there within.