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.”

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.