Movement Monday

What’s your testimony?

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Level Up Your Faith

What LEVEL are you on?

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Dancing Waters

I have been desiring to join a dance community since I moved to Florida. I wanted to be a part of a company that stood for advocacy and social justice through the arts. That’s when my friend Marah connected me to Dancing Waters and I was offered to join the company!

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Trust the Process

What is your purpose in life?

Can you envision yourself there?

How bad do you want that dream?

Are you willing to makesacrifices?

What are your short/long term goals?

What are you doing on a daily basis to get there?

Moving Through Fear

Many people say I’m brave because of the leaps that I take in life. Leaps such as applying to the prestigious School of the Art Institute of Chicago, standing up to people in high places of power, and for moving to Florida without having any friends or family here. Yet, people don’t see the fear and doubt that boils up within me behind closed doors. Although I have been blessed with many talents and abilities, my biggest weakness is FEAR. So much fear that it causes me to become paralyzed and have spiritual panic attacks.  An attack that knocks the wind out of my body and breaks me down to my core in tears. Attacks in which I simply can’t see the light or a way out. Continue reading “Moving Through Fear”

Being Barely Sane

In the past two weeks, I found myself revamping major areas of my life. I noticed myself doing the same unproductive thing on my down time after work. Going home and shutting my mind off by watching Netflix. I was watching A Different World and I just finished the Scandal series (5 years later) ha! So, I transitioned to Being Mary Jane. I’m a couple episodes in and I find myself resonating with her a lot. I started putting sticky notes of positive affirmations all over my house and keeping myself accountable to reflecting on a daily/nightly basis in my journal. Overall, I realized how discontent I was with my free time.

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