I have had to take back my life more times than I can count. I have learned that by totally immersing myself into other people, ideas, and a life that is not my own becomes… More
I had to take some time to gather my thoughts and really take inventory of what was going on around me. I can admit that this time last year I was in a dark place asking myself daily, “Why me?” I didn’t have the answers and I did not seek refuge in others I actually sat alone many nights and talked to my sister-in-love about the turmoil in my life.
How could the one I gave my love to break my heart so bad? But I slowly put myself back together differently than I had before and realized that nothing was wrong with me. It’s just that sometimes you can want to be with someone that you are not meant to be with. I didn’t marry him thinking that we would get divorced. I married him because I took a chance at love.
Even in the haze of that tumultuous relationship I never gave up on love. A year later my outlook on love has changed a lot and the reality is that I CHOOSE to LOVE in spite of the cards I am dealt. I laugh at my perception of love, the way I love and the conversations others have around me about love because I am often asked will I get married again.
NOPE, NOT RIGHT NOW.
That thought is not on my radar.
I think many of us are haunted by the thought of being happy that we often sabotage a beautiful beginning because it seems too good to be true. I am sure most ladies in the world of reality television saw the episode of Braxton’s Family Values when Toni asked the question, “Have you ever been afraid to be happy?”
That question stuck with me because I’ve never been afraid to be happy but sometimes what is the point of being happy when you have no one to genuinely share your happiness with? Yes I can be happy with myself, but sometimes, just sometimes you want to share your highs and lows with someone that “GET’S IT!”
It’s a rhetorical question.
I am not looking for an answer. I’m just saying what the many strong-willed people in my life say on a regular basis. But what is the point of love if it is such a hurting thing?
Love endures a lot or do people endure a lot of things in the name of love?
- What if love was more genuine and no one ever got hurt?
- Would we know what love is supposed to feel like in the deference of it’s position in our hierarchy of needs?
Let me bow out of the questions. Get back to the point!
You, we, individuals are never fools for choosing to love again and again. In our constant effort for self-improvement and self-acceptance, we must be vulnerable with ourselves to experience all of life truisms.
In this sad state of affairs that we live in and constant need to one up the next person, we miss out on some fantastic opportunities in life to live and be genuinely happy. It is also equally mind-blowing that some people settle for mediocrity and not fluidly live in love and passion that they speak so highly of.
There is a lot of love advice being tossed around lately and while it all is intriguing, I see the hustle for what it is. I’m optimistic about love and what it is supposed to represent in our lives. Unfortunately, the thought of loving without limits is lost. Everyone is guarded whether intentionally or not.
Having your guard up is for your protection because someone who truly cares will breakdown your guard and build you up in the process. Someone that cherishes you will not put you in harms way nor have you “out there in them streets” looking stupid.
I have a lot to say about love because it is the very essence of my being. As I told my bestfriend last night,
“I don’t want to hear anyone say that there is no such thing as loving hard because there is. I love hard and that is the only way to love.”
One last thought in my stream of consciousness. To love hard is to give freely of yourself ensuring that the ones you love feel appreciated in every way. Love is not a play on words, a business arrangement, or a wait and see kind of deal. Love is sitting your ass down in the difficult times, being uncomfortable together until that feeling passes.
Some people don’t want real love, they want convenient playmates.
The month of September symbolizes so many different things for me that it is hard to put it all to rest in my heart because for years there has always been a battle that I had to face either with someone or alone.
September is the fall back month when I sit back and reflect about some of the shit I’ve been through then have to remind myself to push forward. This will be an emotional read because Sometimes in September I am reminded of being choked and told “Bitch I’ll kill you…” at the same time. That’s just something you never quite get over. You try to block it out but the very thought of a man revving his hand back at you like he’s about to hit sends your blood boiling.
Even as the years pass on, by this particular time of year I’m so busy that I don’t have time to wallow in self pity. I have to push forward and try to forget all of the things that have happened over the years of Septembers tried to wreck my inner peace.
So sometimes leading into fall the internal conflict I feel rears its ugly head and I have to find the strength to press forward even when I don’t want to. I have to remember that my sons depend on me, and they have often said “Mommy you are strong you can handle anything.”
If these walls could talk, all of the Septembers throughout the years would tell you my secrets, my trials but more importantly tell you my triumphs. My journey to here… being the woman I am is no easy feat.
Rightfully themed, Sometimes in September, a relatively short month, tests my character year after year as I enter a rebirth and rejuvenation of self deciding some shit just ain’t worth putting up with.
I’ve gone to court in September. I’ve had a divorce decreed in September. I’ve found out I’ve been cheated on in the past, in the month of September. I have been lied to and told that you’re my soulmate in September and we can married tomorrow. I’ve been left hanging in the balance in September. And in all of my Septembers I’ve been reminded of my discipline, authenticity, and perseverance. Because I simply cannot show my weakness.
I’ve been chastised for being an open book. Told that I reveal too much. I’ve been reminded of my truths in September and I remember every single person who said, “I’ll always be there.”
This ninth month of the year represents change. A change in season. A change attitude. In some cultures it the number representing “long-lasting”. One of my close girlfriends said to me, “Look at how many Septembers you have survived.”
The number nine and September is my number of patience. There is a reason for everything. It has all been a test. Divine completeness. The fruits of the spirit. The number nine is powerful to me because I am always tested at this time.
I said it a few months ago and I’ll say again it, “Being a diamond in the rough, perfectly imperfect, and vulnerable is the true essence of your beauty.” Just today as I felt things fall off of my internal shelf, I recognized that I’m not shattered but beautifully blemished and genuinely unique.
I find my truth in every situation I experience and overcome. I am a bit of an enigma. I face the realities of life and accept that my path was predetermined a long time ago.
Live, write, reflect, and learn. I practice what I preach, too bad not enough people do the same.
Short and sweet… just like the month of September…
So when I wrote , Someday I’ll be Your Girl, I was in a turnstile trying to figure out exactly which way my love life was going. In a world full of cliches’; meeting soulmates, finding your true love and being open to new experiences are all trial and error.
Unfortunately for women we find ourselves in situations where we are totally enamoured by someone only for things to not always move at the same pace you see things in your mind and feel in your heart. It is confusing. You think about all of the chemistry you have with someone, then wonder if they give someone the same feeling. So here is what I say to that, “Tighten up baby girl!”
I have a male best friend and the things we talk about gives me more and more insight on how men think. My friend told me that once a man tells a woman he loves her that is all she hears. He is absolutely correct because those three words change how a woman deals with a man completely.
These three words in the spirit of Stevie Wonder are sweet and simple, short and kind, always kindles an aching heart to smile inside. But baby they are frightening. Not just for the person who says it, but also for the person who feels it. My friend told me that in relationships, one person is going to love more, give more, and do more. He was correct about that as well.
Even when you take action against the friend zone and be assertive and non-confrontational, you can never tell where that person of interest head is at. You spend time doing things that make you laugh. Meeting up at Applebee’s for 9 o’clock happy hour, sitting on the porch talking for hours about life, texting throughout the day to check on one another, being each other’s hypeman behind the scenes, and keeping each other in on the loop about what’s going on in each other’s life seem endearing. NOT necessarily. But it’s a start.
There are some voids we are always trying to fill. So many of us have been hurt that moving beyond the proverbial friend zone is asinine in theory. Why ruin a good thing a lot of us think? But you never know how happy you could be with someone unless you try. Sadly, we are all dealing with hearts that we didn’t break. But continue to wait until you’re ready, you’ll never be ready. Love is a risk.
Everybody is screaming loyalty but at what cost? A woman who is focused on one guy has tunnel vision and will wait for a sign that he is as into her as she is into him. Sadly that is a recipe for disaster. Unfortunately, women put our all into something and when it is not fully reciprocated we lose our damn minds. Men on the other hand don’t take a damn thing seriously until they feel they are about to lose someone. It’s just TOO complicated at times.
The STORY of my life. LOL!
Scenario 1: Friendly Conversation
A woman meets a guy in a relatively public and social place. He finds her on social media, they become friends and there is a lot of heavy flirting. He’s easy on the eyes, athletic, educated, but very guarded. He calls the woman from time to time. The very first time she went over his house place, nothing sexual happens. He makes her some hot tea, they talk, he’s tired, they go to sleep and become platonic friends.
Now there are fireworks between these two… he sees her beauty and she sees his strengths. They talk, they continue to laugh, but nothing happens beyond that. He even tells her that he entertains conversation with her because she has his attention. But still nothing. They never have serious conversation about their interactions. They just keep it polite. How are the kids? How is work? How are you? But they get a kick out of the friendship so they keep it there.
It could easily be more. But they don’t push it because yet again they BOTH have been EXTREMELY HURT.
Scenario 2: A Complete Stranger
“Can I buy you a drink?” Oh what a standstill conversation this was because the woman looks at the dude questioning his motives. They step to the bar, he buys her a drink, they make small talk, exchange numbers, and the friendship unfolds. They go on their first date and after the movie they stand in the movie theater lobby and talk for about an hour admiring each others’s style. Coincidently, they arrive looking coordinated and laughed about it. In fact one of the very first times they hook up after the date, the guy gives her a foot rub and she is blown away. He cooks her favorite foods, buys her her favorite drink, work out together a couple of times at the gym, they laugh, they chill, in fact they are having a blast because he tells her he will always make time for her. She meets his brothers and instantly finds friendship with one of them. Then there is a change.
It feels too much like a relationship, something he now realizes he’s not ready for. It’s cool right? No it’s not, but she doesn’t push him away. She takes a step back and realizes that even in the fun they have she has feelings for him. So here we go! The heart is involved which makes it difficult to just ignore that pinch in your chest every time she is around him. She is an open book and ready for love. She is unafraid to love if it finds her. However, he is a bottle of nerves because he’s not ready for a woman like her, a statement he repeatedly says. But who is he trying to convince? Him or her? The electricity between them is electrifying!
The way he looks at her, admiring her physique gives them both chills. He’s written her poetry, and she has done the same for him. He asked her if she wants to hear the words or be shown the words? It’s confusing because in their friend zone he has comfortability in knowing that he has found a friend in her. A friend he said has been a pleasure meeting and would like to get know better in the future. She’s at a we’ll see stage in her life because their have been promises and strong emotions between the both of them but one is more afraid than the other. In their case, you can’t fake passion.
Scenario 3: History in the Making
It has been a progression because old cliches and sayings having people thinking that they have already met their soul mates. But is it possible? Out of the blue to get a message on social media asking you how are you doing? Stunned and nervous because this person has the ability to shake up your whole world and create distractions. You play the catch up game. How is life? How are the kids? What do you do for a living? Then you hear the words, I should have made you mine a long time ago, but I didn’t want to hurt you. BE BLOWN AWAY! Be very BLOWN AWAY. Of course you didn’t expect it, how could you?
There has been years between constant contact with certain friends, and as we mature and look like we are handling our business certain interest begin to change. The historical friend! The one who has watched you grow up admires your drive and actually tells you that you are who they prefer as their mate. They tell you that you are the mold in which women should be made from and it’s more than words because they trust you enough to tell you things that they dare not tell anyone else.
This man has never lied to you. He’s stable. He thinks you’re amazing but this is all too complicated to wrap your head around. You know exactly where he is coming from and nothing beyond genuine conversation has every taken place between the two of you. So you practice the pause. You wait. You become patient. He reaffirms your patience. A passionate friendship. A trusting and abiding connection. A strong vibe and bond that is unbreakable.
You can’t fake passion. Align yourself with someone that matches your effort not just compliment it.
Ironically three years ago to date I married my second now divorced husband and I’m not even sad about what would have been. What could have been. Nor where I am at now. I have been dropping jewels along the way giving everyone insight to how I feel and where I am at, so just know that I’m good.
I heard a speaker a week ago that said, “I cannot walk into my future with my foot in my past” (Tommie Mabry). It’s funny how the stars align and things I said seven months ago are being confirmed on a daily basis. Especially the notion of not dwelling on the past. I have learned some hard lessons over this past year and I am truly glad that I did not allow my obstacles to stunt my growth.
I mean let’s be honest. If I were upset right now. I would have every reason to be because of the rocks that have been thrown at me. But taking my own advice, I am being very careful about what I give my energy to.
I watched one of my favorite movies today and in the opening the main character said, “There’s two things people have to find out about themselves. They have to find out about love and they have find out about living.”
I am finding that love comes in many forms as well along with change. The love you have for your life, your family, your career, and your interests ultimately fuels your existence. You are given one life and many times over you will make mistakes. However, those mistakes become your lessons and your badge of courage to dare to do something different.
The love you have for your family, immediate or extended trumps all love because there is nothing you wouldn’t do for them. Even your friends, because through the years your friends become some of your most relied upon people in your life. Blood or water, you recognize family by the love you receive from them. The love for your career feeds your passion and your drive…I’m a mother FIRST, teacher second, and blooming writer. I’m still niching things out! Lastly your interests… I would rather try a million things than try nothing at all and live a boring life.
I’m so interested in living that I am not taking anything for granted. I can say that at times in my life I was consumed by love and the the approval of my significant other that in this present time I have decided to just be happy-go-lucky me. And by that I mean sometimes you have to live through the deceitfulness of others and realize that that is not your battle to fight. You have to live through the heartbreak and be glad you have another chance at love. That even means you have to live through some brutal honesty and accept what is. “Accepting what is” does not mean be a fool it just means that you recognize situations for what they are and don’t push pass it.
Living in the moment may be instant gratification for some and prolonged disappointment for others, but at any rate it is complete joy to be present in whatever environment you are in and taking it all in. One friend says that he sacrifices his happiness for responsibility. I don’t agree with him while on the other hand another friend gives no shits about the opinions of others and just lives.
My interactions daily enlighten me on how people approach life, deal with life, and understand life. There is no right or wrong way to live as long as you are not maliciously out to hurt people. It is not what comes out of your mouth that defiles you, but what you feel in your heart. Sadly some people think they have the monopoly on sadness, hurt, deceit, and being broken-hearted. But no one holds the monopoly on feelings. You live, you learn, and you move the hell on.
Live and let live. The love you so freely give will be given to you in return. The light you shine as you live will be turned on you and will forever shine bright. So what must we learn…don’t force it… Love or Living…
A lot of times we give off more than we ever receive…
At my heaviest I weighed in at 190 pounds at five feet one inch. I said to myself HELL NO this is not my life. When I saw my clothes size balloon for me up to a size 12 and 14 I was secretly devastated but I was also upset about the things that had happened in my life.
Being a size six all throughout high school and even in my early 20’s was the best feeling ever so I knew something was up when after working out my size 6’s didn’t fit anymore. Surprise…You’re Pregnant! I was elated about my first little bundle of joy. I had a c-section so working out was not an option for at least eight weeks because for one I had sutures and had at least six weeks to wait for clearance from my doctor to do anything. Needless to say my mother-in-law at the time was extremely rude and insensitive about my weight gain and said to me when my baby—Lil Phil—was two months old, “You know what you can do to lose weight don’t you?” I was emotionally unprepared for such a statement to come out of her mouth. I immediately called my husband in tears while guzzling some Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream. Postpartum hormones on 10!
I lost my weight by running four times a week at the time while in the Air Force. Of course my second blessing was born while I was on active duty so the pressure to get back right was important to me. Then next thing I knew in 2007 I was moving to my home state, in a new house, and relearning a familiar town but now as an adult. I joined the gym but then that eventually got boring.
I fought with my then husband, we separated, I changed careers, I gained weight from lack of exercise, I lost weight due to overwhelming stress, I drank some, I slept a lot…I was unhappy and scared to start over. Then one day I looked at my stomach full of stretch marks, my thick ass thighs, size 14 pants and decided that this was not healthy. I hated feeling like I couldn’t cross my legs or feel completely comfortable in my clothes. I was self-conscious but hid it with a smile.
Stress caused me to gain at one point because I was not active at all. All I did was take care of my sons, go to work, and sleep. I was trying to figure out my life and starting over. I was 30 years old and my life was in an uproar. I took charge!
So post divorce in 2011 I picked up a tennis racket and went to a private lesson with a group of friends. It was fun and the tennis pro was fun. I didn’t put the racket down and my true weight loss journey began. I was determined to lose about 40 pounds because I felt entirely too heavy to be so short. I have been playing tennis since the top of 2012 and I love it. It keeps me active. I was not good when I started and the way I play now is a major improvement. So here I am five years later still playing, I have been on different teams under different captains, I have even been the captain… My love affair with staying fit is a struggle especially when life gets in the way.
On top of playing tennis I was at the gym and at times spending up to three hours on some days working out. Not the plan, but after leaving the gym I would get a text asking who could play tennis so I would jump at the opportunity especially in the summer time. I even jumped on the P90X extreme workouts and would tap out at about day 60.
I had a time or two that I took to the pavement again, playing around with the C25K running app. I’d make it to week five and then get totally thrown off. Life would interrupt my workout schedule and next thing I knew I was slowly gaining weight.
I saw my dress size begin to shift. Those 14’s dropped to an eight and suddenly I felt too small. Right now I am at a steady weight, some days I’m okay at 165, then it’ll drop to 160 and I’m okay with that. I have a love-hate relationship with fitness. I work out to relieve stress, take my mind off of things, and weight maintenance. I still have a belly full of stretch marks and some days my stomach appears flat; other days I look at it and I’m reminded that life was carried there.
I am an active person. I’m always going to show you something real. This body takes work…cardio…elliptical…tennis…ministepper…running. I don’t want to be pushing 200 pounds ever again. I took control. Besides I have to be around for Lil Phil and Pressy. They keep me young!
My journey to staying fit is ever evolving. I’m not going to pay for a body. I’ll just work on the body God gave me.
So I have lived in my neighborhood since 2012 when I closed on my house and other than the 2013 Fourth of July shooting, it has been very quiet over here. Needless to say the shooting that 4th of July was my Caucasian neighbor who “allegedly” was suffering from PTSD and had “allegedly” assaulted his wife while shooting at two police cars and an ambulance that caused the neighborhood to be on lock down for four hours while the SWAT team moved in. Other than that my neighborhood is pretty uneventful and there aren’t people moving in and out.
My neighbor across the street from me is a youth pastor and used to host Sunday Funday at his house. The kids would play football, basketball, and everything else for a few hours every Sunday of course crowding the streets but NO ONE ever complained. So can somebody please tell me why in the hell on Friday did my other neighbor, who lives behind the youth pastor, come to me about the crowd of teenage black boys playing basketball in my front yard?
See on Friday, my former student who has become like a daughter to me celebrated her 21st birthday this weekend, so while out getting her make-up done and her photo shoot, a few of my son’s friends were outside playing basketball with MY two BOYS. This has become the norm being that it’s summer time and the kids are out of school. We had a big water fight outside a few weeks ago and it was all in fun. So who has the problem and why?
As I’m getting out of my car with my Applebee’s leftovers I didn’t even notice the ghostly lady from across the street walking in my direction. Just as I closed my car door I heard a voice say, “Excuse me but do you know they are all outside in the street playing basketball?’
Now as a mother I damn near lost my mind and went straight into protective mode, but I calmly said, “Yes, I would rather my sons and their friends play in front of my house where they are safe versus being somewhere else.” I was trying to be respectful. My mom raised me to respect my elders. Then she said, “Well do you know that they are outside cursing?” I had to catch myself and not curse, so I said, “Ma’am have they been to your house bothering you or even in your yard bothering you?”
At this point I was trying to be diplomatic and again respectful even though I was at my OWN house standing in my garage. Poor little lady must have felt privileged because she went on to say, “Well I had to drive across the neighbors grass just to get home because they wouldn’t move.” In my mind I’m thinking, “they wouldn’t move”, but I looked over her shoulders and there were not tire marks.
“Ma’am again you are bothered by them, my boys, being in the streets playing ball where they are safe. I’m bothered by you being in my garage smoking a cigarette and I don’t smoke.” I refused to feel inferior and be told what my kids could not do. A bunch a hormonal teenage boys at that… This old lady looked at me and said, “Well the neighbors are complaining.” I said,”Well let them. I’m done with this conversation”, and walked in my house.
It’s sad in this climate and culture that we have to worry about how our children, especially our young black men and boys move about for fear of something happening to them. I want my children and their friends to feel like my house is safe and they are out of harms ways. But I be damned if I going to be told that a yard full of black boys is a problem for my neighbors. No one’s house has been broken into or vandalized. They aren’t outside blasting their music, and as far as being boys—I cannot control what they say in a heated game of basketball.
It made me think. Yes sure everyone was nosy and peeking outside when the neighbor shot up the police cars and there was yellow crime scene tape blocking off half of the cul-de-sac. Everyone politely blew horns to get the youth ministry kids out of the street. But then now you want to complain about where my black boys hangout and play…MY HOUSE.
If my boys can’t play and be safe in the comfort of their neighborhood and not in the streets, I ask, WHERE CAN LITTLE BLACK BOYS PLAY?
In a friendly conversation I was asked if I reflect on my life. I had to resist saying, “Duh!” because it would have been childish, but it turned into a fruitful conversation and a serious train of thought for me. Since coming into the new year, I promised myself that I wouldn’t dwell in the past, but some things are worth remembering. Today I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and knew that I had to sit down for this blog post.
I separated from the Air Force in 2007, the summer of 2007 and here I am now, not working my 11th summer and still getting paid. That is a blessing! Not because I’m an educator, but it is a blessing that I have a career that I love and it frees up my time to pursue my passion during breaks and holidays. My website and blog are my outlet to practice my writing skills as I crank out my inspirational nonfiction. I never thought nonfiction would have been the genre of my first two books My Fourth Year in Middle School: The Truth About Teaching (2016) and Brown Sugar Magic: Goal Setting and Reflections Journal (2017).
So here we go, 11 Summers of Reflection…
2007: I was scared out of my mind to be separating from the Air Force after six years because I was concerned with finding a job. It didn’t matter that I had earned two associates degrees, my bachelors, and was separating honorably, I was preparing in my mind for my future. I settled into my new home back in my home state and pushed dozens of my resume and applications out. I chose to go work for the Office of Child Support Services. In eight months I learned that child support enforcement is not the kind of job I wanted. Thankfully I was a forward thinker and able to move on.
2008: The summer of newness. After working for the State of Georgia for a hot minute… I was impressive enough to secure interviews in April of 2008 to become a teacher. So mid-way through my Master’s program leading into the summer, I was blessed enough to not work a second summer in a row, and still collect a check. My Essentials to Teaching class was an eye-opener, but I was excited to take on a new challenge and start my new career as a teacher. I had no idea what I was getting into.
2009: This summer broke me just a little…. I had been with my high school crush since 2001 right before joining the Air Force, but at the end of my first year of teaching we had a MAJOR fight… the fight was the snowball to that marriage. I celebrated my first year of teaching, the highs and lows. I found love for the classroom and for the students I taught. I moved forward with my career while crying my eyes out at night, but pulling it together to be SUPER mom for my boys. We separated. Tough Summer!
2010: I had filed for divorce, experienced a fling with a blast from the past and when that didn’t work, I flew to Puerto Rico. It was just the getaway that I needed. Now there is no need for details, but being around a familiar and trustworthy face made the trip worth it. We ate, we drank, we talked. I loved him but we understood that our love was not to be explored beyond where we were at. We were adults… still distant friends… Truly someone I will never forget. I see his life now and I’m extremely happy for him.
2011: I had completed my third year of teaching and I had some tough decisions to make. Reconcile completely or not to reconcile at all. Things were not adding up so I made a choice to walk away. After someone says they don’t like the word marriage, you walk away. I never work summer school, but one of my friends had the bright idea to start a book club and we had the most fun ever. The book club fell to wayside because life happened but shortly after the summer, September to be exact, I was officially divorced. After all according to that spouse, marriage was just a piece of paper. Ain’t no way hell was I about that life.
2012: This was my summer of sexy! I had officially become a homeowner and hosted my housewarming party. This was one of the most rewarding experiences I had in a lifetime. Becoming a homeowner and decorating my home was the best feeling ever. I could not have been more excited in this year of independence. I loved every moment of my freedom to do as I chose.
2013: Summer of blur. I was in a relationship. It was fun. It was combative. Two summers post divorce, and second summer of home ownership. I had tunnel vision and was completing my last required courses towards my doctorate. I was trying to be a free spirit and finding myself all over again.
2014: Let’s call this the summer of love. I was smitten. I was engaged. I was a nervous wreck. I was trying! I think I tried and cried so hard this particular summer. I honestly don’t know if I was coming or going. But that is all apart of life. The struggle to get to what is real.
2015: The summer of laughter. A beautiful summer of grilling, slip and slides for the kids, Tybee Island, Jekyll Island, and Summer Waves. WE had fun…a lot of fun. I was oblivious and living in the moment. I was happy. My boys were growing up and mama was having a life too. Life could not have been more grand than what it was.
2016: Revelations and Celebrations! A year ago I was flying back from Fort Lauderdale after walking across the grand stage to receive my Doctorate of Education. I was starting my “business” of writing and blogging and trying to figure things out. I published my book and was on an emotional high. Of course some things did not feel right in my marriage, but I took things in stride and accepted some harsh realities. The highs of cruising to the Bahamas a second time, Florida, and family kept me motivated. I was continuing to come into my own.
2017: The journey to here! I am elated to be standing because I know who I am. I know the impact I have on my LOVED ones, and the RESPECT I have earned in my career, my family, my friends, and my life. The story is still being written as I’m WRITING! So do I reflect on my LIFE? Hell yes I reflect on my life and I am forever grateful for all of my experiences. The GOOD and the BAD. The HURTFUL and the LOVING.
In my 11 summers I have made time for myself. I love myself and the woman that I continue to become. Others will wonder how I do it? I’ll just say that it’s the drive and the God in me. I’m not perfect, I’m original.