Why I Created Brown Sugar Magic

Brown Sugar Magic was simply birthed from the thought of me loving to write everything down so that I can see how far I have grown.

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I received my first little brown diary with a gold padlock and accompanying key when I was six years old.  I wrote the traditional, Dear Diary entries but I had no idea that being introduced to reflecting on my day at an early age would become something that I am passionate about now in my mid 30s.  All throughout high school I kept journals and they are the back drop to personality, my emotions, my thoughts, and my drive.  My love for journaling was actually interrupted when I was 20 years old because a boyfriend of mine read my journal and instantly found out that I was not the perfect girlfriend.  Oddly, even though he entertained other girls at the start of that tumultuous relationship, he didn’t like knowing that I had befriended and entertained other guys as well.

My love for creating lists and reflecting on my day came back full force during my first marriage as I kept a 5 subject Mead notebook that I am sure will turn into a bestseller.  I just need the time and energy to relive those emotional situations before I pour all of that drama into a book.  Some day!

However, one good thing about that journal and other notebooks I have doodled in over the years, I find book ideas, random thoughts, and lists for things that I wanted to try to do.  My notebooks and journals now look like bucket lists, accomplishments, and goals as I check things off.

So I was literally sitting on my bed one day and the idea of creating a goal setting book and journal popped into my head and I went to work.  I am often asked, “How do you keep it all together?”  My answer has become, “Because I write it down.  I etch out almost every idea and thought in my mind and I go from there.”  Ironically thought with the amount of things I have accomplished in my life, I still feel that I should be doing more.

My blogging and listing is at an all time high as I dig deep inside of myself each day to press out more encouragement, motivation, and thoughts to share.  So Brown Sugar Magic is a journey of self-realization and I pray will be a source of motivation for my Brown Sugar Sisters that need that extra push to re-prioritize their lives and design the life they want to live.

We all have a little bit of magic inside of us, and I want to help ladies find their spark, set some attainable goals for themselves and begin to understand their worth.  Sometimes we get thrown off course and need to redirect our lives so Brown Sugar Magic is that guide to better goal setting and reflecting on your growth.

Brown Sugar Magic is a 52 week affirmation, goal setting and reflections journal.  In this four part book there is definitely a theme per section and it is written in mind to help women grow beyond their comfort zone and gain a new lease on life.

Part 1

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Stepping into Brown Sugar Magic I help you discover your magic as you set S.M.A.R.T. goals for yourself.  I help you measure your time and attainable objectives that you work over time to accomplish.  We all need a little guidance to get on the right track, so this books help you reclaim your life and work towards your short term objectives until you reach you intended goal.  Once your begin to check things off of your list that you want to attain, you will gain a sense of pride about yourself realizing that YOU are your biggest asset.  Part 1 breaks down what a S.M.A.R.T. goal is while simultaneously requiring a weekly affirmation, reflection, or celebration message to yourself.

Part 2

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As you progress to part two of this book, you will address your needs.  You quickly realize that whatever you feed your body, also fuels your mind.  Your spirit is your internal guiding light and whatever you feed your spirit, it becomes your mindset.  You have to be in touch with your sense of belonging and have self esteem to keep yourself lifted through trying times in your life.  Once you begin to identify your needs, you become more careful where you place your energy.  You cannot be all things to all people if you do not meet the needs of self first.

Part 3

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We all have a particular skill set that propels our productivity.  However, our coping mechanisms are not all the same.  I have relied a lot on the skills my mom taught to pull me through tough times and I take the liberty to share these ideas with you in Brown Sugar Magic.  Establishing your independence is difficulty if you have never had to face adult challenges once you grow past being a child in your parents’ home.  We all stumble at some point in our lives, but it ‘s just a matter of how your pick yourself up.  Self love is the best love.  Once you have made it to this part of the book, you are still affirm-reflecting-and celebrating your growth.  At this stage in the game I am sure your goals have changed and you have outline specific things to work toward and see yourself realistically accomplishing your goals.

Part 4

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The purpose of Brown Sugar Magic in to help you live your best life and reaffirm your happiness.  Since sugar is in it’s purest state when it is brown, I help you unleash your magic.  Part three walks you through the three steps to a better life as you reassess yourself and identify your true strengths, weaknesses, opportunities for growth, and threats to your overall productivity.  The risks you take on this journey of self-discovery will have its ups and its downs but pushing yourself beyond your comfort zone and experiencing growth is the ultimate reward.

Take this journey to unleash your magic, prioritize your life, and trust the process.  I challenge all of my Brown Sugar Sisters to take back their control and live the life they have dreamed of living.

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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

Short Stories-No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 3

Charli and Tristan: This Is Happening

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When Tristan kissed Charli’s forehead she felt a rush that she had never felt before.  She wanted to understand why his touch on her skin felt different than from her boyfriends in the past.  She had so many thoughts going through her head but she followed his lead.

Tristan knew that taking this step with Charli could complicate things but he wanted her and had prolonged his desire for her for a long time.  The stress of everything going on with his family was starting to get to him, and he broke up with his girlfriend.

He was not with Charli as a buffer, but he respected her and knew that she had feelings for him just as he did for her.  When her shirt hit the floor he proceeded to slide her soffe cheerleading shorts down, leaving her standing completely exposed down to her underwear.  He kissed her forehead again and told her to slide back on the bed.  They could still hear the music playing from the television as all of the late night love songs lingered in the air.

Tristan had a look on his face that said he would be gentle.  He climbed up on the bed, still wearing his jeans, but hovered over Charli kissing her lightly on her lips.  She quivered because there was a chill in the air and she was slightly nervous to be taking this step with Tristan.  She looked in his face and said, “I love you Tristan, please don’t hurt me.”

This was happening.  He inched back off of the bed, pulled his pants down and reached for a condom.  Charli watched his every move just taking it all in because he was not rushed.  He climbed back up to her and slid her panties off.  He looked down at her and said, “Are you sure?”  She nodded her head as he leaned forward and kissed her on the collar bone.  His hands were warm as her body continued to shiver.  Tristan took his time because he could feel her nervous energy.

He planted light kisses on her face, nibbled at her neck, and kissed her breasts as though they were precious gems.  He looked her deep in her eyes as he lifted her legs to position himself comfortably between them.  He felt her body tense.  Tristan knew that Charli was not a virgin, but he could tell that he had a major effect on her by the way her body responded to his touch.

Charli relaxed a little more as she felt Tristan explore her body.  She admired his pecks and his chocolate skin because they were completely naked.  Tristan felt her vagina tighten as he worked himself inside of her.  He found his rhythm.  Not too hard. Not too soft.  Just enough to hear a whimper escape Charli’s lips.

He continued to look deeply into her eyes, not changing positions because for him this was the first time he had made love to girl.  All of the other times he had had sex, he was in and out.  No taking his time, get one off and be done.

It was evident in Tristan’s mind that he had deeper feelings for Charli than he wanted to admit to himself.  Just as he felt himself on the verge of climaxing, he reached under Charli’s hips, grabbed her ass, and stroked deeper inside of her.  The temperature was rising.  Charli was panting and just as Tristan felt himself exploding, the condom broke.

He slid out of Charli with a look of panic on his face.  “Tristan what’s wrong”, she asked feeling the same panic.  He looked at her and said, “I’m sorry, but the condom popped.”

To Be Continue

Short Stories-No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 2

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Charli’s mom decided that she was ready to move from the straight back and into a better house.  After looking for a short time, she had found one house but since Charli was not too enthused about it, the search continued.  By the time her mom found another house Charli began to think about all the nights she had spent in her old home with her friends.  The new house was an upgrade because there was a shower in the bathroom, but the memories being left behind is what had her stuck.

She wondered if Tristan would still come to visit her.  She wondered if the late night hellos would stop.  She wondered a lot about the new home, especially her neighbors because that was the one thing she was glad to be escaping from in her old neighborhood.  Living on a newly paved road, where the houses were close enough to hear the conversations carrying on inside was tricky because you were bound to hear something, or see something that you shouldn’t.

Just as they were moving, Charli’s nosey neighbor from across the street began talking shit about her, and on one particular day it all came to a head.  “You just don’t know what I have seen go on at your house”, Maime told Charli’s mom because she noticed how hard they were staring at them from across the street.  Charli’s mom, Cassie, looked at the old woman and said, “Well if you wanted me to know you would have told me by now, so as far as I am concerned you ain’t got shit to say.”  With those few words, Cassie walked inside and resumed packing up her belongings, then looked at her daughter and realized what a beauty she really was.

“Mommy, what was all of that about?” Charli asked walking into her mother’s room.  Even though she had heard most of the exchange, she really was hoping that her mom would talk to her and not treat her like a baby.  She liked being the only child.  She liked being the center of mother’s universe, but she also wanted her mom to see that she did not have to be protected from the many things that people said about her because she had actually grown used to it.  “Oh, Maime was just talking junk as usual, saying that I just don’t know what you be up to when I’m not home.”  Cassie decided to take that chance to have that conversation, phishing for a response from her, trying to see exactly what she would say.

There was an understanding between Charli and her mom that left a lot of people confused.  Cassie was not blind to the many admirers her daughter had, she just hoped that Charli was being smart.  She also knew that Tristan had become a permanent fixture in Charli’s life and wanted to protect her from heartbreak.  Even though Charli was mature for her age, Tristan was no longer in school and was grown in the eyes of the law but she knew how her daughter felt about him.

They had been moved in a few months and Tristan finally made his way over to see Charli.  True to form he called and told her he’d be out and about for a little while but he would definitely come see her because he missed her.  Charli lived a few streets over from Tristan’s aunt’s house, so it was not really a stretch for him to make his way over to see her.

Sitting in the living room one night, Charli heard a car door close then she saw a car out front.  She felt the butterflies in the pit of her stomach as she watched Tristan walk up the driveway.  She opened the door before he could knock.  “Come outside”, he said to her very smoothly and without hesitation she stepped outside.  As they sat on the front steps she could smell the Cool Water cologne, but fidgeted a little because she had heard in the streets that Tristan had a girlfriend.  But remembering they were just friends she couldn’t be mad.

“What brings you by Trist?”  Looking at him, she saw a stress line in the middle of his forehead as he began to speak.  “Man chill out, I just wanted to see you”, Tristan looked at her.  He could hear the hurt in her voice, but he had made up in his mind he would tell the truth about whatever she asked.

“So I hear you have a girlfriend, why you not with her?”  Charli looked at him, searching his face for more answers.  “Look, it ain’t what you think it is” he began to say.  “Yea ole girl my girlfriend but shit ain’t working out anyways; but I ain’t here to talk about her.  I just wanted to see you.”  Then there was awkward silence.  The night air around them was humid and thick.  Crickets chirped as they sat side by side staring up at the stars in the moonlight.  Tristan grabbed Charli hand and said, “I will never lie to you.”

A few weeks went by before they spoke again.  Charli respected his relationship, but wanted to know why he chose someone else to be his girlfriend over her.  It bothered her quite a bit but she knew that no matter who he was with, if he came to see her, she would not turn him away.

Just as she had poured a big glass of sweet tea from the fridge and sat down to watch Midnight Love on BET, there was a knock at the door.  She had felt anxious the whole day wondering what was causing her nervousness.  Her heart had been missing the person who popped up at his own will.  Tristan was at the door again.  He was tired, but he was intense.  He walked on in.  Instead of going into Charli’s room they watched Janet Jackson’s Anytime, Anyplace video and sat on the couch.  He didn’t say anything, he just held her hand.  As Brian McKnight’s Anytime began to play, Tristan leaned into her and kissed her.

This kiss was different.  It was lustful.  It was warm.  It was a longing in his veins that he could no longer deny.  Tristan loved Charli, and even though he never spoke the words to her, he hoped she understood.  He was older.  He knew what to do.  He knew what to say.  He took the lead and pulled Charli from the couch.  He hugged her.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her tight.

Tristan looked down at her and kissed her again sliding his tongue between her lips.  His tongue wrestled with hers as he walked her backwards towards her room.  He sat her on the edge of her bed and removed his shirt while standing in front of her.  “Can I?”

Those two words slid off of his lips as he reached for her shirt.  Before Charli could answer, she felt his hands in the small of her back pulling her closer to him.  He lifted her shirt up and over her head, then kissed her on her forehead.  This was happening.

To be continue…

Short Stories-No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 1

Charli and Tristan: Innocent Love

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Charli had felt the pressure to lose her virginity and soon found out that it was not worth all of the hype.  The experience was not pleasant and when she got her next boyfriend he automatically assumed that they would have sex too.  She did but it was more so because she didn’t want him to break up with her rather than wanting to really have sex.  After all peer pressure was hell for a girl her age because having the maturity to say no just did not exist.  It was not until she met Tristan that she realized that not all boys were the same.

Charli had seen Tristan around school, and was actually friends with his brother Trae. She could not keep her eyes off of him, Tristan was everything.  Her heart skipped a beat when she would see him and wondered if he ever looked at her in the same way.  Having a crush on someone and them not knowing was a relief because it saved her the embarrassment of rejection.  But after a couple of years of watching him from a distance, Charli began to notice how his eyes always found a way to meet with hers.

She sat at the top of the bleachers one Sunday at the park and she spotted Tristan walking across the field.  He had matured a lot but still had his smooth baby face, and chocolate skin that made her heart flutter.  They had never spoken more than a few words to each other in passing, but this particular day something felt different.  Tristan dapped a few dudes up as he walked towards the basketball courts, stood in the crowd with some others because he was dressed to play this particular Sunday.  He headed towards the bleachers and Charli wondered if he would come her way and he did.

She felt a pinch on her side and there he was, Tristan, smiling up at her showing his beautiful white teeth.  “Hey Charli,” he said leaning as he propped his elbows up beside her hip slightly touching it.  “What’s up Trist,” she said looking down at him trying to play it cool.  They had been playing phone tag, and she was sure that he had gotten the message from his older sister that she had called him.  Charli wasn’t exactly shy, but sometimes leaving a message for him was scary especially when their grandmother answered the phone.  She always seemed so aggravated.

Whenever Charli and Tristan talked it was always long enough for him to tell her that he would be out and about for a while but he would hit her up later.  He was a corner boy and she knew what that meant and pretty soon his phone calls were long enough just to say, “I’ll be by to see you later.”  That didn’t stop Charli from calling, sometimes she’d call just so he would know she reached out.

They would see each other many times in different places.  The park on Sundays, the corner store where everybody hung out to shoot pool and listen to Tupac blasting from the jukebox, the teen club Paradise, and teen night up at Voodoo’s on Tuesday nights during the summer.  There was always a subtle hello, a slight grab of the arm, a glance across the room, or a whisper in the ear to step outside so they could talk.  No one was blind to it.  Charli and Tristan had the true what’s understood don’t need to be explained relationship.  Not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend but it was more than friendship.

Charli’s mom worked at night, so on the weekend her friends would fall through and parlay at the house for a few hours just laughing and shooting the shit.  Ironically the crew that would fall through was friends of Tristan’s that were also involved with Charli’s friends.  The circle was tight and everybody guarded each other’s relationships.  By the time everyone would clear out slightly after midnight, Charli would retreat to her room full of nothing but love for her friends and guarder of their secrets.  Her eyes would shut for maybe thirty minutes before hearing a tap at the front door.

Checking the clock, it displayed 12:57 a.m.  Without precaution, Charli walked to the door and opened it without asking who it was.  Many times this would happen.  She’d open the door, turn, and then walk back to her room.  Tristan would step in, shut the door, and follow the path leading him to her.  To Charli, Tristan always smelled like a freshly smoked blunt and Cool Water cologne.  He was tired from beating block and wanted to rest.

Stepping into Charli’s room, she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him her love disguised as a hug.  He’d wrap his arms around her waist squeezing her in return.  They’d stand there face to face.  “Hey Trist,” she said, “It’s late.”  Simple sentences, no questions.  “Yeah, I know but I wanted to see you,” he said smoothly.  Charli just looked at him and smiled, “Good, but I was laying down,” she’d say turning back towards her bed, climbing to the middle of it.  Tristan would kick off his shoes and join her.

There was no pressure.  There were no lies.  He was the only dude she was interested in and waited for him to come see her most of the time.  She knew that he was a corner boy.  He was also older than her but he never tried to take advantage of her.  Tristan turned her face towards his and kissed her.  His lips were soft, his tongue was warm, and his touch made her comfortable.  He whispered, “Thank you for not turning me away.”

Charli kissed him back, lovingly.  She looked in his eyes and heard his sincerity then turned on her side.  Tristan reached under her shirt and pulled her closer to him and held her while he napped lightly.  His internal alarm woke him up.  He’d grabbed his shoes and pulled Charli towards the door, he knew her mom would be home from work soon.  He hugged her again, and then walked out the door.  She closed it behind him.  She loved him at a very young age.

They spent time like this on the regular.  Charli was his safe place.  Tristan was hers.

To be continued…

Everybody Loves Free Stuff

As promised I have created a free mini-book based on my epic blog

What No One Tells You About Blogging

The response to this blog was so overwhelming and delightful that I decided to expand it just a little and create a free product to give you insight on what gets my blood pumping.

I have created categories that are completely based on my perception and you will see yourself falling into one as we are all ultimately seeking to become the EXPERTS!

Of course I do not have the magical formula that will take you from smaller appeal to internationally known.  I just know that I am navigating the industry, reading, studying, and creating a space for myself as I continue to partially pursue my writing dreams.

There is plenty of room for me to grow, for me to help you grow, and for us to grow together.  This is my first of many products to come!  Enjoy this free product and stay tuned for more!

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I Inadvertently Took Some Time Off

I inadvertently took some time off from my blog because I wanted to see what all of the email courses and other “blogging” tricks were about.  I completed an eight day email course and learned some valuable things but most importantly I learned that she (course creator) began in this industry not really knowing where it was going to take her either.

I did learn from her though that if you are going to write blogs, make them epic, make them insightful, make them relatable, make them as long as you want because if people are really liking the things you write about then they will continue to come back looking for more.  Point well taken!

Keeping with the lessons that I have learned, I am now etching out my next steps because I would like more control in my life, career, finances, and creativity.  There are so many elements to the blogging business that I know now that I WANT A PROFITABLE BLOG.  So now as I think about my niche, I will keep that to myself until I am ready to…GUESS WHAT?

RELAUNCH!

 Can you believe it?  I am going to be relaunching…how soon, that’s a secret too! LOL!

I have also ultimately decided to switch directions a little bit because I want to be KNOWN for what I do.  I am grateful to the followers that I have, but I also want to grow my audience.  I am inspired by the many TOP NICHE bloggers that exist, but I am not comparing myself to any of them because my thoughts are mine, my ideas are mine, and my future is bright as I realign my goals.

There is such a thing as being epic and simple!  I don’t need a bunch of categories to write on…I need to just focus on my passion as I move forward.  Yes I had bright ideas of being the best right out of the gate, but as I see, this is an ongoing process that will be tweaked, revised, and prioritized many times over even after today.  My passion is WRITING so I VOW to be good at it if nothing else.

Now don’t get me wrong, I have considered what types of consumable products I could possibly create, and I banged my head because I was not sure if I wanted to undertake such a large task.  That was until a few weeks ago while at work…FULL-TIME TEACHER…a colleague was talking about all of the ideas they had for a book project.  I told my colleague I would help them figure it out just let me think about it.  On yesterday I wrote them a quick checklist on how to organize their thoughts as it was very SIMPLE.

  • What are the themes of your project?
  • Where did you draw your inspiration…quotes, scripture, etc?
  • What is your backstory to why you feel passionate about your chosen themes?
  • What impact do you want to have on your audience?
  • What is holding you back from writing? START NOW!

My colleague looked at the quick list and said four words, “You are the bomb!”  I smiled because I don’t mind helping a creative outline their next step, if they are serious.  Then that got me thinking, I really do like to write.  I want to write books!  I want to be behind the scenes helping make things happen.  I don’t know how good I’ll be at creating products, and even though it seems like everyone is doing it there is room for everybody to WIN.  Helping my colleague turned into an AHA! Moment…This REBRAND is going to be BANANAS!

I’m not keen on the idea of email lists…but I know once I create stuff that other creatives want for free…I am sure the list will begin to build.  So that is kind of where I am at.  I have to roll up my sleeves and do the work…try some stuff…think bigger…create some stuff…and if all else fail…scrap that stuff and start all over again.

So of course when you see my blog now, I am kind of all over the place…not really…but somewhat.  I tried just writing from the heart, but I didn’t want to seem redundant.  I did the short lived, Meaningful Monday, Truthful Tuesday, and Thankful Thursday, but that format didn’t really work for me either.  Switching gears I tried the topic creator and was able to come up with the 5 Things My Single Mom Taught Me, I Have Not Always Been a Wife, I Don’t Want to Coach: I Just Want to Write, and one of my most well received blogs-What No One Tells You About Blogging.

Pinterest had even hoodwinked me into writing some of those broad blog post embedded in those blogging challenges.  I liked my blog, The Meaning of TilyaRealEyes “The Educated Butler” but it wasn’t enough.  Now I am not even sure if “The Educated Butler” is going to make it into the new year.  It was an idea but with this impending relaunch, I feel like that tagline will not be a part of my niche.  I even had a buffer account, until I got a new phone which was where I scheduled most of my buffer posts.

I didn’t get tired of that account, but once I repeat myself 20 times, even I get bored.   Yes I know I should trust the process, but I didn’t feel too impactful.  I could grab my Chromebook and start scheduling again, but that is just not what I feel like doing.

Here I am being authentically ME.  Yes this is from the heart!  This has been on my mind, I just had to clear my mind of all the other clutter to write.  This is who I am.  My personal life even took a hit which also stagnated my creativity.  The only thing I have accomplished since mid-September is redoing the cover of my book.

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So keep reading through my old blogs while you can…I’m working on other projects that I can’t wait to share as well as new business ideas.  It’s weird; turning 35 in December has me reorganizing my life again.  All of my 20’s I said that I wasn’t business-minded.  Now I’m striving to create my own quality business as an Independent Author, Blogger, and ________________. Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading!