The phone is ringing off the hook in my head. It’s Destiny calling and I have yet to pick up. It keeps ringing and ringing with no end in site. It rings me to wakefulness first thing in the morning as I try and shake the cobwebs out of my head. It rings as I get into the car on my way to work and it rings all day as I sit at my desk. I’ve gone to see doctors about it but all they ever do is prescribe some pills and tell me to pick up the receiver and see what it wants. But I already know what it wants. Destiny calls and it wants me to make the hard decisions that will lead to a life full of love.

It came to me the other day that the thing that separated those that win from those that lose in life is hard work. It sounds funny, because it seems so obvious, but until it dawned on me, no matter what I heard from others, I never really understood it fully. Success is about the little things. It’s about getting up on time for work. It’s about planning your day for effective time management. It’s about constant motion towards specific goals. And in relationships, the most important aspect of life, it’s about how you manage your time with other people. Destiny calls and it wants to know when you’re ready to start working towards the love of your life.

“Dear Destiny, what the f*ck do you want?!”

Hard work and maturity are the reasons why I haven’t picked up and the reason why the bells haven’t stopped. I have always been a big procrastinator. It’s crippled most of my life. I could be smarter and more talented had I applied myself more during the early stages of life. Maybe I had the wrong teachers. Maybe I was dropped at birth. Maybe I was just a dumb ass that couldn’t think farther than the next hit of pleasure I could find, be it out riding my bike when I should have been working on school projects or flying over to a bar when I should have been in bed, getting ready for an early morning of work. Maturity is certainly a big part of the equation that has led to a life lived in mediocrity. Sure, I’ve had high points. I’ve accomplished great things and been a good person to people – at times. But my success hasn’t been consistent. It’s been a lot like fireworks on the holidays. There are sporadic bursts of brilliance, but then they fade away into the night, not to be seen until the next holiday. Destiny calls and says it’s time to wake up!

I’m a woman on a mission for love . . . or so it would appear. I’m a member on four dating sites and I log on at least once a day to check for mail and to put myself in the queue. Destiny is happy with this as it appears to be a step in the right direction, but it’s really not. I’m way too busy to pursue anything major at this point. I go through the motions, but little seems to have thrilled me enough to even go on a date. Yet still the bells ring on. Finally, I became so infuriated with the ringing, I picked up the receiver as it rang in my head and screamed into the phone, ‘Dear Destiny, what the f*ck do you want?!’ Destiny calls and it got what it wanted.

As it turns out, my life was on the phone. It just wanted to let me know that everything was finally okay. I was pursuing my dreams and romantic desires as I should be. I didn’t have to press forward, day after day, looking for a connection to fill a space in my life. One will come along when it comes along. I’m pursuing my dream, building my life and putting the exact right amount of time into my romantic life that it deserves at this given moment. Destiny calls and it says welcome home!