0 SELF TRUST IS EVERYTHING

When you don't honor your word to yourself. You are teaching You, not to trust in yourself. You are saying, "don't trust me, my word is not good". You are saying, "Your word have no value."

Keep your word to yourself. Follow through with your promises and commitment to yourself, for your own benefit. 

Trusting in yourself is one of the key navigational tools for moving through life. Don't afraid to be wrong. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. To err is human. The things you are wrong about, the mistakes are the lessons necessary for learning and growing designed to elevate you to your best self. 

Be true to you, even when you cannot be true to anyone else because, the one person you are always with, is YOU.

-D.S.B.S.Rhapsodyphoenix

©D.S.B.S.Rhapsodyphoenix

2 CHANGE, IT IS A NECESSARY INEVITABLE

Nobody expects you to stay the same.

Why do you?

Change is a necessary inevitable.

Change brings growth.

Change births understanding.

Change brings eventual clarity out of the storm of confusion.

Change can usher in uncertainty to coerce submission, transition.

Change inevitably will happen with or without your consent.

If you want to have some say, be ready to...

Shift.

Change coming.

Change....

Is always coming.

It always arrives on time.

In what can sometimes feel like, the inopportune time.

Change.

Outside of death, is the only guarantee, of ...

what is to be

What will be.

And yet, Not.

As it will inevitably, shift.

Be ready.

Be willing.

Be open.

To the possibilities.

To the manifesting other sides of you.

Be ready.

As it enters,

Be malleable,

To triumph, as you....

Shift.

Embrace.

Evolve.

BE.

Change.

.

.

.

D.S.B.S.Rhapsodyphoenix

In contemplation...

2 $3:30 cents

Riding public transit can be a trip in more ways than the obvious. On my first leg of my commute into the downtown core, came the first observation. Passengers filed in the bus their presto card at the ready to put in front the machine so it can deduct the fees. Students under 12 free, students 13 and up $2.75, adults $3.30. As a gentleman press his card, the machine made a wonky song, meaning no funds. You could see the shock registered on his face. He tried again with the same results. He pull out his phone to show his electronic receipt show proof that he loaded the card. His distress obvious. The driver was saying something to him and he kept showing her his confirmation receipt 🧾, proof of payment. She continued going. I was able to capture her, "doesn't matter how much you loaded, the machine says you have nothing. I couldn't take it, I opened my purse 👛 and retrieved my change purse. I silently counted out $3.30¢, got up, tapped him on the shoulder and gave him the $3.30 to pay. Shamed faced he tried to show me his payment receipt. I said, don't worry about it, it happens. I've been there. He looked at me with such gratitude. As we reached to the subway. He waited for me as I stood in line to off load. He said, thank you so much." I said, "no problem, you have a blessed day," and exited.

I can't stand deliberate humiliation. My God it's only $3.30¢ and the man clearly had proof of payment. There was no need to humiliate and emasculate the man for $3.30, for Christ sake. 

I have experienced this "none sufficient funds" wonky sound at least thrice with the presto transit card system, sometimes there is a delay in the loading of funds to the card even while you have the confirmation receipt. The sad part of this scenario is, the system will automatically deduct the $3.30 once it loads and she knows that. So the reality is he would have paid two fairs, but I don't care, I couldn't vicariously participate in this man's humiliation for $3.30. Seriously, where is the compassion, it's not like he was looking for a free ride!!

8 8:15 am & 3 sheets to the wind

Dressed in a red sweat shirt, light blue jeans, black hat with a solid white line around the folded rim with a packed black knapsack thrown over his right shoulder, he groaned and staggered in the streetcar. His left hand holding the rail to secure his balance and an open can  of Twisted Tea (a malt beverage with real black tea and citrus flavors brewed like beer with 5% alcohol) clutched in his right hand. "Huh, huh, steady, steady," he whispers to himself. He could barely stand. He slightly stoops reconsiders, straightens up, slightly stoops again, straightens up and contemplated the floor as if considering to sit down. He bends unrest his Twisted tea on the floor of the streetcar, takes off his nap sack he rested on the floor and proceeded to have a conversation with himself. Face bloated and slightly pink he sways back and forth rumbling whispering to himself I'm open periodically like he wants to vomit 🤢. 

I watched him from left periphery, ready to jump in the case spews. I stood a bit anxiously as my stop was announced and bolted in gratitude relief as I exited. 

Three sheets to the wind (drunk) at 8:15 a.m. in the morning and unsteady on his feet.  I don't think he will make it to wherever he's going without throwing up. I am just glad I will not be there to experience any of it. Yuck.

0 YOU GIMME $2.00

I sat waiting for my sister and my mom after having my screen protector replaced on my cellphone 📱at the Oriental Centre Shopping mall in Scarborough Ontario.
. My lower back and right side was  killing me and after standing for almost an hour while my sis have her data transferred I needed to take a load off. Exiting the store I found a seating area next to the HSBC bank and deposited myself there. I quickly sent a text notifying my sis and mom where I was.  I randomly people watched as I inconspicuously did hip rotations to ease the ache. As I leaned forward to stretch out my back I noticed on my periphery a family coming towards me.  Thinking nothing of it I continued to stretch. I heard...

"My sister, excuse me, my sister." I paused and looked up, the family of 5 I'd observed earlier all stood in front of me.  

"Hi", I said.

"You give me $2 please." She asks. I looked at her and each child, a young teenager, a boy about 8-9 and a 4 years old all looking to me expectantly for $2. 

"Pardon?" I said. 

"You give me $2.00 for her," she points to the 4yr old. I looked at the mother and said 

"Give me a moment I will look, I am not sure I have."

"Thank you," she says and they all waited. A quick search yielded exactly $2. I gave it to her. 

"Thank you," she said and gave the little girl the $2 only to have the boy snatch it from her. She squealed in protest. The mother said something in Arabic and the boy quick surrenders the tuney then they all left. 

I could have said a lot. In fact, truth be told, I did, just not verbally. I looked at the mother slowly, then each child and back to the mother again holding her gaze. Life being what it is, I just left it at that.