You Can’t Fake Passion

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.passion

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.  

xoxo

LaTilya Rashon

My Love-Hate Relationship with Fitness

imageAt 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.

~LaTilya Rashon

Where Can Little Black Boys Play

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?09f2c5c1cd89847bf3a870d585393c8e-human-connection-white-photography

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?

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.