I only have enough head space for one and most times there's barely enough room for me.

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Picture this......... Harlem NYC Spring 2017.

It was a warmish day, the buds were beginning to bloom, the kids were just out of school heading to the park for a bit of play time before supper and moods were high. It was 68 degrees.

( Channeling my inner Sophia)

I'm walking home behind two Afro natural sisters who had the glam of Vogue off the runways of 125th street. They were fabulously sweet. Sophisticates who could rival Carrie Bradshaw if she dared to come uptown.

Let's call Girl 1 Carrie. She was wearing a camouflage toga pant with Christian Louboutin ankle boots ( yes I checked for the red bottoms) a 3 dollar black sweat shirt cut into a v at the cleavage to give the girls some air. A cashmere black wrap with a mink collar worthy of Joan Rivers along with her jewelry collection from HSN but vendor bought from the africans on 125th street says " so you going to call him? Girls 2 is Charlotte. She's wearing a 40's red pencil skirt with a white leather suit jacket, patent leather black pumps, bag and a white felt fedora. " I don't think so. It's hard to explain..... it was 6 month we dated right ?" Carie nods "but I don't think it was a right fit for me." Carrie "Why?" "well it's kind of hard to explain" says Charlotte. "He's cute, it was fun most of the times but then he had a lot going on"..... (she shrugs)"I guess I ain't toting nobody's feelins." And in tandem Carie and Charlotte said "another beautiful nightmare." We laughed ( I don't know how I got in the mix) and went our separate way.

Say amen my people because we know exactly what she meant.

......... Harlem, Summer, 6:30. At home making dinner listening to Pink...yes Pink...she is an amazing writer and singer not to mention bad ass and even has creds with my 13 year old. My phone dings. I got a text from my friend Darryl who had recently started dating again after a hiatus. He had been getting wooed, serenaded and romanced when last I spoke with him a few weeks prior. Dancing in the kitchen as I sautee Bok Choy in soy sauce with garlic and ginger I asked so hows the boy?( my mother hates when I call men that but I say it with the most love and affection cause it means they are special to me) he says I'm busy, he's jealous and it's only been three weeks." Run" I say. He says," you "think?" I text, "He's another beautiful nightmare."

More stuff.

What most people don't understand is that we all walk around with stuff. Work stuff, relationship stuff, self image stuff, I could go on but we all know our stuff. But because others have stuff and don't know what to do with it, it don't mean I want it and they have no right to leave it with me. ( The Trinni coming out! )

Not accepting donations!

A relationship is over you are left with stuff and when that person won't leave you alone they want to give you more stuff. Please please please, you've given me enough to last a lifetime 100 times over.. A boss who doesn't know the difference between professional and personal, makes your life a living hell and wants to leave you with stuff. A friend who keeps calling with the same woe is me story and you've known then for 15 years or maybe one day.

Stuff is the noise you wake up with and if you don't alleviate but feed it will take over your life. Meditate, pray, run, dance and yes maybe write and it will get quiet. For a moment and sometime many moments it will remain mute. So for those of you careless, self obsessed and selfish with your noise, throwing your stuff away on me please...stop. Sharing is caring but when I leave, I don't give you mine. No room. The attic is full and so is the basement. Remember this is NYC and head space is prime realty. At least mine is. Is yours?