11 Summers of Reflection

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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.

Live~Reflect~Write~Learn

LaTilya Rashon

Now I Understand Why It Was Time To Move On

2214327028_55640546a9_oI remember as an 80’s baby wanting to dress, sing, and dance like Janet Jackson.  “I Miss You Much” and “Rhythm Nation” were bomb ass videos but I was always stuck on Janet’s wardrobe.  My mom actually bought me a pair of black patent leather police shoes, with a gold clip on the tip of the toes, and black ribbons as shoe strings.  You couldn’t tell me a damn thing when I got those shoes and when I wore the soles almost out and outgrew them, I knew it was time to let them go and move on.

My love for Janet Jackson in the late 80’s and early 90’s is like my love for my career.  New students and academic gains always excite me.  I’m like a mom each school term ready to see her new babies, but after repeating the same routine year after year, I felt began to myself at a standstill.

I refer often to my past blogs, but the 7 Things You Should Do In 2017 is in the top five of my favorite post because I knew that coming into this new I was going to have to do some things differently.  Therefore when I wrote 3 Step To Living A Better Life blog and did a vlog for it, step two brings me full circle in my understanding that it was time to grow past middle school.

In 2013 I transferred to a different middle school, same population of kids, but the family atmosphere and new leadership was what I was craving after being at my first middle school for five years.  I had not mastered every single teaching strategy, but I had done enough to be considered an exemplary teacher in the English/Language Arts (ELA) content.  In all honesty I just did not want to work under the same principal for a fourth year, and I was over him especially after my car was stolen from the school.  I was finishing up my last two classes towards my doctorate but as I was finishing those classes, my attitude began to shift.

Since my first year of teaching in 2008, I always gave my students 110% of my energy in the classroom because I was eager and wanted them to achieve academically.  Well I felt my fire burning out, and the quality of work from my students began to diminish.  The last thing I wanted to do was give up on my students or my career.  The wheels in my head began to turn and after two years in my new school then the merge, I found myself right back in my old school removed from ELA but teaching reading.  In my heart I was unfulfilled.

There was a lot of miscommunication the year of the merger and even though I was able to get my proposal approved and move to the next step working on my Internal Review Board (IRB).  I felt like a zombie going into year eight.  Nothing felt the same and I had become complacent.  Waking up each day, driving thirty minutes to my school, just feel more tired inside of the building than I did after a full day of teaching.  Something was not right, and I could not put my finger on it until I made up in my mind it was time to move on.

I had been in place long enough finish my doctorate and decide what I wanted to do next.  Much like when I bought my home, I had outgrown my duplex.  It was time to move on and plant my feet firmly in something I would call mine.  Even when I faced my separation then divorce, it was time I chose my happiness and not hold on to something that was keeping me sad and confused.  I no longer wanted to dance through the halls and have fun with the kids.  I barely wanted to be in the building because in maintaining the status quo, I was not teaching with the same zeal I once had before.  So at year nine in middle school, post-doctoral graduation, I understand why it was time to move on.

I had grown too comfortable that even with the teaching I was doing, my heart was not there.  I wanted to be somewhere else.  Any place than my current setting.  It was not about my timing.  It was about a higher plan that I had no say-so in controlling.  I will miss middle school but I am so happy to be moving on to high school.  I will find my rhythm again and I will teach with the same tenacity I initially started with.

On the halls of my new school, I will dance like Janet Jackson again, in my patent leather police shoes.  I will be as sharp in my movements and well organized for execution on the day school resumes.  I have pushed myself outside of my comfort zone and I’m walking in my authority into the new.  I’m so excited!

I’m pushing myself to do something different and enjoying each moment that I learn more about myself that makes me tick.

~LaTilya Rashon

I Define Who I Am

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WRITER:  I am who I am!  I am unapologetically crafty with words.  It is the very essence of my being the way I move words across the screen effortlessly.  I am in awe of others that do the same whether it is to freely express their feelings into written form just to share or even as those write with the ultimate purpose to make money.  Writer is only one title that defines who I am.  I am defined by my talent because I push it into the atmosphere.  As I constantly define my life and redefine who I am, I am not deterred by setbacks.  To no end I am pleased with the steps I have taken to set myself up to share my thoughts and inspiration for those to grab hold of.  As I keep prioritizing my goals and dreams, I urge anyone to obtain a copy of Brown Sugar Magic as a guide to help you in the right direction.

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Now this is not a just a plug about my last book even as I continue to work on my writing and do some educational consults and writing.  This blog is about the titles that define me.  Unless you walk a day in my shoes you have no idea how much of a blessing my life really truly has been.  I do not dwell of what I cannot change.  I have changed myself from within and I am HEALED from my PAST because it does not DEFINE me!

DAUGHTER:  My mom worked too hard for me not to be GREAT!  Growing up as a “latch-key” kid and becoming independent at a very young age has carried well over into adulthood.  The amount of love and respect I have for my mom spills over into how I love and nurture my children.  As a daughter I have become my moms confidant and I continue to learn so much from her about resiliency and not allowing your troubles to last.  I’m the daughter that my biological father misses out on because I have exceeded expectations thrown on me by society as a “Fatherless Daughter”.  Everyday has not been a walk in the park.  As with anyone if you lose a companion, friend, or spouse you have moments of doubt and utter confusion.  I am the daughter of King who knows that is has been nothing but the grace of God that has walked with me through troubled waters.  Be careful about who you judge!  I have favor over my life, I know where my help comes from.

MOTHER:  I cannot get enough of my sons.  They are everything!  That says so much in such few words.  I love and take care of my sons the way my mother took care of me. Watching my babies grow up over the past few years from elementary to them both being in middle school next year I am emotional.  It has not been easy finding balance, co-parenting, and accepting things that are out of my control.  I certainly did not like experiencing my family being torn apart when they were younger, but they have ADJUSTED extremely well.  I am the ONLY mother they have and they know I will give my life to save them from any dangers.  I’m selfless when it comes to my SONSHINES!  They will definitely remember the tough lessons, mistakes, and decisions that have been made in their best interest.  Spare the rod, spoil the child (Proverbs 13:24).

TEACHER:  I interviewed in May 2008 and walked into my first pre-planning session July 2008.  I have told the story before about one teacher telling me I’d never have a job because of my attitude when I was 13 years old.  Well here I am now, 35 years old with 16 years of VALUABLE work experience that is a mixture of my career choices and education.  I am so glad to be moving up to high school after nine years at the middle school level.  I think sometimes people think that my profession defines all areas of my life, but let me tell you a secret…IT DOES NOT!  I have a REAL life outside of school and the kids are the worst sometimes because they tend to think that we have been adults our whole lives.  That’s until I tell them some of my childhood stories to show my HUMAN side.  Yes I’m a teacher that builds relationships with my students and that’s why I LOVE what I do.  CAREER and EDUCATION choices MATTER!

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FRIEND:  The title of friend I hold close to my heart because I either fool with someone or I don’t.  I am never swayed by what someone thinks of me or other people that matter to me.  One of my good friends has opened my eyes to just living in the NOW.  Too bad some people don’t know how to leave some things alone and let people LIVE.  When you go looking for problems with people to report to your friends, that says more about YOU the investigator and instigator than it could ever say about the other person.  My TRUE friends know that I have a heart of gold and I rarely hold back my thoughts. I have learned to drop the rope and not engage. I am NOT going to be liked by everybody and that is okay.  I ACCEPT that!  See I am not what or who other people say I am.  I am a friend to those who show me genuine adoration and respect because I give them that of me in return.  I am a friend to those who seek my guidance and honest help because the truth is the truth.  I have learned how to be more vulnerable in my friendships and not be so STRONG because I have a life full of AWESOME things to be THANKFUL for.  The ability to have friends that SUPPORT you in good times and in bad times is admirable.  I am one of those that stand by in good times, bad decisions, confusing moments until WE get it back right!

I am defined by my actions.  I am not defined by the chapter of my life that you walked in on.

~LaTilya Rashon

7 Reasons I Take A Selfie Each Day

File_000In life we wake up some days feeling like we can conquer the world and other days we wake up not feeling 100% ready to face the world.  There is happiness when everything little thing in your life makes you smile, laugh, and feel special whether it’s daily or for short period of time.  In those moments that you feel special you want to capture your glow and show your beauty to the world.  Your world may be your social media following but when your face appears on someone’s timeline it may give them the breath of fresh air they need.

However, in this day in time where taking the best selfie could take many tries at the best angle; we strive to capture our best angles and put out best face forward.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and there is nothing wrong with taking your picture everyday if you want to.  You may not post your picture each day but in your own time and self-reflection see things about yourself and in yourself that you need to work on.  Keeping with my lists, I have decided that after this storm that had been raging in my life, I’d like to share the 7 Reasons I Take A Selfie Each Day.

File_007Sunday- I wake-up refreshed and renewed ready to go sit in the Lord’s house (not every Sunday) to get the spiritual cleansing I need.  On this day I am happy that I have breath in my body and that I have favor on my life to push me forward even when I feel like my faith has wavered.  Sometimes I have to just get up and go to church in order to get my mind right and press on even when I am not feeling my best.  I capture my moment of clarity and say Thank You Jesus!File_002

Monday- It is the start of my work week.  Everybody disdains Monday because the weekend went by entirely too fast.  However, sometimes on Monday I am are ready to tackle my work week and knock out some tasks I desperately need to get done.  Mondays aren’t always pretty but it is the day I jump start my productivity and take charge of my objectives, goals, and everything that pushes me towards my purpose.  In this moment I capture my determination and focus and paint that picture in my heaFile_003

Tuesday- It’s not quite the middle of the week, it’s still the top of the week and this day has already gotten long.  I’m running to take care of my children, go to the store, squeeze in a workout, I’m practically living in my car.  I’m a mom on the go and as much as I would like to slow down, it is impossible to slow down with so much to do.  I take my picture and laugh at my busy schedule because for the most part, I’m ALWAYS in my car.File_005

Wednesday- It’s HUMP DAY! The middle of the week is exciting because in two more days I don’t have to move if I don’t want.  But I must lay Wednesday down, contemplate going to Bible Study which in the past I regularly attended, but now I find comfort in my home and perhaps eating some chicken wings and French fries and calling it a night.  There is nothing too special about this day other than my work week in almost over and have by now written a new blog, added followers to my social media and finding ways to network. I’m doing what I love…writing so I snap a picture, not necessarily of me of a symbol of my passion.File_006

Thursday- It’s FRIDAY JR!  I’m in my car screaming, “Why isn’t this week over yet?”  I’m not rushing the week to be over, but I’m ready to rest.  My children have driven my crazy at school this particular day and I’m two seconds from snapping. But I have to remember that I need my job, so I will watch my mouth.  LOL!  I can control my mouth, but this face has a mind of it’s own. I capture my frustration, my frown lines, and say, “Jesus take the wheel.”File_001

Friday-  I like those Fridays that fall during a break or holidays because I’m in no rush to do anything.  But when I do, I take my time, make myself look pretty and step out looking so fresh and so clean.  I never waste and opportunity to snap a shot, post a pic and keep it moving.  On these days I feel the weight of the world leave my shoulders and I relax.  In these moments, I’m Doing Me…Being Me…For Me!File_004

Saturday- I will be officially lazy.  I’m in my bed or on my chaise lounge not moving because I don’t want.  I play on my chromebook and officially have my iphone attached to my hand.  Of course it’s more selfie time as I experiment with my make-up in my bathroom.  Fix an adult beverage or three and relax.  I spend time with friends sometimes, or run around at football games with my sons.  My selfie game is on point and by day seven I have found the best lighting, angle, and position.

My sadness may be there for some to see.  Friends that know me understand how I shield my disappointments.  I once read somewhere that people take pictures of things that they don’t want to lose.  I work hard to not lose myself in all of my situations, life turmoil, and setbacks that could be sure to take someone unlike me, OUT!  I take my picture as a time stamp for where I was at physically, mentally, and emotionally in my life.  There is nothing wrong with capturing my highs and my lows.  I am who I POST to be…Perfectly Imperfect…Taking Risks…Discovering More About Myself…all while continuing to put my beautiful confusion on display.

Take your picture!  Post your picture and try not to take things so seriously.

Someday, I Will Be Your Girl

_storage_emulated_0_dcim_my gary_20170225_005125(0)We all live with the desire to be with someone who may not be as emotionally available as we would like them to be.  Speaking as a divorcee’ you would think that I would be done with love and want no parts of it.  Well…WRONG!

I am a hopeless romantic. I believe in love.  A few months ago I wrote about infatuation, lust, and love strictly from my perspective because I was caught up in the rapture of newness. Newly dating and having the time of my life.  One of the best dates I have been on to date was staying at Twelve and being surprised with attendance to a Ro James concert.  I never felt so special in my life and it got me thinking… if HE can be this great to me as a friend, I would love for him to someday be more than my friend.

But relationships are a scary thing and it is hard to move on into a new and comfortable situation when you carry baggage from a previous situation.  So sometimes we find ourselves in the proverbial friend zone.  It is uncomfortable there because you look at your friend with wanting desire as you read, re-read, and read again the texts you have sent and received from each other that you pass off as flirting.  Then you find yourself SINGLE but your heart is TAKEN.  That feeling SUCKS!  So what do you do?

You try to take things one day at a time as you pine away at your friend because they are absolutely everything you want in a significant other.  You jump head first into heavy flirtation, spending countless hours together then there is a shift.  Things have gotten to hot and heavy…Passionate even because you know each other and you become yin and yang.  It makes sense that you want to be together, but then it doesn’t make sense when things slow down almost to a scratching halt.  Emotional Baggage!

You can’t be more to someone when you aren’t ready for that type of commitment.   When things begin to feel like a relationship but it’s not makes things complicated.  You can’t hold on to someone that needs space because then they outgrow you.  Holding on too tight hurts just as bad as letting go.  So you break up even though you were never together but it feels like a break up because of all of the AMAZING things that happened over the course of time.

Relationships are one sided the majority of the time.  Someone is going to like more, love more, adore more, and want more.  Someday someone will want all of those things with me.  In the meantime, I’ll wait… just hanging out in the friend zone…

Someday, I will be your girl…

The Emancipation of LaTilya

Divorce is not a curse.  In my case it has turned out to be a blessing.  I have replayed the last seven months in my mind and I am at peace with everything that has happened.  I made a smart choice for me to not stay in a bad situation where the relationship just was not working.  I say it time and time again that no one gets married just to turn around and get divorced, but in my case it was necessary.

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Often times we try to hold to someone because you try to make the good outweigh the bad and hold on because you see potential.  Promises, potential, and intention can only get you so far when you begin to realize that your spouse’s words do not match their actions.

At first I felt like a failure because hey I’m young and divorced now twice.  I thought I’d be judged for my failed marriage and I would be blamed, when the reality truly is, he just did not appreciate who I was as his wife.  He has since tried to apologize a couple of times, but as soon as I walked out of the courtroom I BLOCKED his number.  There is POWER in blocking someone out of your life.

I completely spazzed out and lost my mind back in September wanting to lash out at him for hurting me and breaking our vows, but I had to let that go.  No it was not easy because after all for the few years we were together I believed everything he ever said to me.  There was nothing or no one that could have ever made me feel otherwise about him.

But I have.  See I learned a valuable and eyeopening lesson as the relationship began to fail.  Those true colors came shining through and one day I just woke and realized that I had had enough and I needed to let it go.  I vowed to come into 2017 not carrying emotional baggage that would do nothing more than slow me down.  The marriage was over, I just had to officially file for the divorce.  I DID and it was FINALIZED a month ago.

I have not seen him since Christmas Eve and that was the day that it all came crashing down into a pile of rubble.  I am not ashamed of having a heart and opening my life up to someone and accepting them for who they were.  I was not a nag.  I was a pretty damn good wife.  But I would never be enough to someone who was not ready for me.  For someone who could not love me how I deserved to be loved.  I was not the one for a man that didn’t not value my worth.  Even though he pursued our relationship and popped the magical question.

I did not settle for an unhealthy relationship.  I have continued to smile while all hell was breaking loose around me.  I am not perfect but I know it was nothing but God’s grace that has seen me through.  I will continue to pray and seek his face because I know that prayer does work.

I do not wish break-ups, divorce, and hardships on anyone because it’s not in my heart.  I have no ill-will towards anyone.  I sleep well at night because my heart is pure.  Sure I will confuse people, and people may even wonder where I come from, but I am a unique woman.  I’m brashly complex, intelligent and emotional.  I’m simultaneously nice and mean (only if you cross me).

 I’m real! I’m really really real! LOL!

I will love again!  I have love in my heart!  I will be unapologetic for how I love!

I believe in love in it’s purest form…

The highest expression of love is to give without expecting,
The highest expression of love is to accept without expectations.

~India Arie

The Emancipation of LaTilya

It’s Been A Year Already

So on March 10, 2016 I revamped my blog, switched over to wordpress after leaving blogspot and a stream of creativity has taken over.

A year ago I was living a life that I was pretty sure was pretty content not knowing that in the months to come that that life would be shaken up.

A year ago I was super elated to find out that my Internal Review Board (IRB) had been approved for my dissertation so all I had to do was edit my chapters four and five and be primed and ready to submit my final report roughly around the beginning of May 2016.

A year ago I hunkered down and decided to finish my first writing project.  My chromebook was permanently attached to my hand so everyone around me knew that whatever I was doing had to be serious.

A year ago seems so far away compared to where I am now.  It’s been a year and http://www.tilyarealeyes.com has matured into grown woman status.

I look back at my experimental titles and it is clear that I was working on my niche.  I was inundated by creating email lists (I finally created the right lead in and magnet campaign), and trying to figure out how to make myself standout in the crowd.  I played around with all of my social media and just felt like I was floundering.  I even wrote about it in my epic blog turned free download, What No One Tells You About Blogging.  I tried several things and now I feel like I’m finding my groove.

So what is my niche?

Interestingly enough writing about life and the realities we face as people comes naturally.  There is a lot of experience inside of my compact frame and as I share my perspectives I inadvertently influence streams of consciousness.  Everything I share is based on observation, conversation, and my original spin of the subject matter.

A year later, “tilyarealeyes” has expanded its categorical reach.  The short stories have peeked interest and needs to be revisited.  I’ve just had a lot going on.  The List Series is a major hit and because my Soror/Bestie Karimah encouraged me to do videos last summer, and since then I have made 4 in 2017.  The 7 Things You Should Do in 2017 has been my signature statement because I have found a new lease on life, and I’m happily divorced and simply living.  My soror/lil Tori spoke about seven being the number of completion when I published that blog.  Ironically I met a man whose birthday is the 7th day of January on his birthday.  He is symbolism at it’s finest.

It’s been a year and I have two books out there that I don’t even think that at the time of beginning to blog again, I would have taken that risk.  I play it very safe with my words and my talent.  Because I am so hard on myself the thought of someone else criticizing (unless it’s positive) my words makes me nervous.  I’m a situational perfectionist.  I am very protective of me.  However, I am most proud of Brown Sugar Magic because of the message of affirmation, reflection and celebration that I am trying to have women establish about themselves.

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A year later I have learned through experience the value of being goal oriented.  Had I not established the specific goals I had set for myself, there is no way I could advise my Brown Sugar Sisters on how to be SMART about the things they set out to do.

Writing my second published project I had to be in touch with my needs.  Being happy and having esteem of myself kept me focused.  Sometimes we get lost in the sauce but that does not equate to not addressing your needs.  I had to address the desires of my heart and realize that I needed to safeguard my energy.  I can’t afford to get worked up about situation that have already been worked out beyond my control.

I had to rely on the love I have for myself as I wrote part three of Brown Sugar Magic. Loving myself more made room for me to work through my disappointments.  My life took a hit, but I forgive myself for my bad choices.  I trust that everything happens for a reason.  I revamp and revise my goals on the regular.  I am able to stay the course because of my self-love.

As I closed out Brown Sugar Magic, my key thing was to highlight the fun you should be having.  I am having the time of my life tending to me and not being tied down by titles or expectations.  That does not mean I am closed up and living like a hermit.  That means that I have the liberty to love who I choose without expectation.

A year later my life has changed but I am living a more abundant life than I ever could have imagined.  The things I am experiencing takes me to a different place.  My conversation has changed.  My ambition is in overdrive.  I am focused on building my brand, “LaTilya Rashon”, and being the best “influencer” I can be.

2017 has opened my eyes.  I’m walking this walk with my eyes wide open.  I am not naive to the negativity.  A year later my blog has grown into more mature conversation but so has my mindset as the woman behind the blog.

No subliminal messages.  No hidden agendas.  When you know who you are, you become a target and a threat.  Do the work and reflections in Brown Sugar Magic and you will reclaim your life like never before.

A year ago I was defining marriage.  A year later I am encouraging self-actualization. Unleash your magic!

~LaTilya Rashon