Angelia Vernon Menchan

Angelia Vernon Menchan is an author, publisher and public speaker who owns two publishing companies, MAMM Productions and Honorable Menchan Media. Mrs. Menchan is also a Budget Officer and former Job Corps Counselor. To date she has published twenty-three books of her own work, both fiction and non-fiction and more than eighty ebook novellas on You can access her bibliography on search words: Angelia Vernon Menchan

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Monday, June 1, 2009


To free yourself, you have to let some things go,
As hard as that may seem, it is the only way…
I listen to people talk about things that sound so current,
So fresh, that it feels as though it is happening as they speak,
However, you will find that it is years and years old,
But is so current in the heart and mind of the person it is always fresh,
All I can think is how burdensome that must be,
To have to deal with all that life and the world throws you on a daily basis,
And to still try to process through a bunch of old, smelly stuff,
Must be a lot like being a plumber…
I always think of the lyrics to a song from back in the day,
Don’t know why that resonated with me but it did then and it does now,
And one thing I know for sure is that a lot of stuff that happened and is over,
Didn’t fit, so in order to survive and be free, it had to go,
And in some cases people had to go,
Because you can love, love, love a person,
But not want to spend anytime with them because you know that as sure,
As the sun rises and sets if you spend more than a minute around them you are going to get dragged down their memory lane, and will have to hear about all the pain someone caused them,
Years ago, or about all the people they can’t forgive,
And it isn’t just the negative stuff,
Some people hold so tight to their glory days,
They are stunted from doing anything today,
Years ago, I can recall sitting across the table from someone who had been a high-school,
Football superstar,
Life was hard for him, hard…
But all he talked about was those days,
My heart ached for him, because it was sad to see that all he had was a few memories from over twenty years past…
And that he didn’t realize that most of the people around him thought him pitiful,
Because he told the same stories over and over again,
I understood,
Because as sure as you don’t focus on making today a good day,
And doing the little bit that you can in preparation for tomorrow,
All you have is yesterday…
And the truest thing about yesterday is that it is gone,
We can learn from what we have been through,
Where we have been and things that have occurred,
But every day is a new day, that takes new thoughts and new actions,
And as I told my Job Corps graduates all those years ago,
It isn’t where you’re from or even where you might be,
It’s what you do while you are where you’re at…
For real…