Maybe I was wrong...just maybe

Last week I said that I didn't think it was possible to have it all, and then I came across this journal from two years ago.....maybe I was wrong after wall.



Summer 06

June 23

11:07 p.m.



I stood outside of my Brooklyn Heights apartment building on a warm summer night, the red Italian icy that I had just purchased across the street tasted delicious and cooled my entire body down. It was about 9:00 p.m. on a Wednesday and I was enjoying watching the families, couples, and strange individuals walk busily down the street. I began to get lost in my thoughts, thinking about my current part time job at a huge television network and the convo my supervising producer and I had earlier that day.

"You know, you're good at this, really good. Do you want to jump right in after graduation?"

"Yes!" I said, probably a little to excitedly.

"Well be prepared to give up alot....you can't have it all working in an industry like this."

I nodded my head and continued eating, she changed the subject, but I couldn't get what she had just said off of my mind.

My thoughts were interrupted when I realized a man was standing in front of me, practically breathing on my icy. "Can I have some?" he said. "No!" I yelled at him, rolling my eyes and quickly walking away. I headed towards the Brooklyn Heights promenade and let my mind drift on life and everything I wanted to accomplish.


Since birth I've always been this overly driven person who just knew she could do it all without breaking a sweat. What many others found hard I had always managed to do with ease and prided myself in that. However, I found myself in a real trouble spot in all of my relationships, my current boo claims that I always neglect him for work. I swear guys have been saying this to me since the fourth grade.


I could fill the tears begin to swell up in my eyes, and just as they were, the loud click clack of a woman's heels made me forget about all my troubles for one minute. I turned to see a beautiful young woman who had to be between 28-30 years old. She had long jet black curly hair that could have passed for a wild afro, was a light skinned complexion, fairly skinny, but beyond flyy. She had on dark denim 7 jeans, a simple purple top, and loubitin heels. A little girl about the age of 4 who looked just like her stood by her side, holding tightly onto her hand. Walking behind her was an incredibly handsome man who held a young boy that looked to be about two years old and was a scary resemblance of his mother as well.

The entire family had a glow about them and I did my best not to stare at them, but I really couldn't help it. I listened as the mom and dad talked about everything from work, to church, errands, family vacations planned in another month, and all about life. They laughed and played with the kids, snuck in a kiss every few minutes, and looked unbelievably at peace.

I smiled to myself as I walked home, throwing my icy away, and doing a little skip down the street. Maybe it was possible to have the dream job, the husband, and the kids. Maybe...just maybe I can have it all.