Wednesday started off in a positive note in the midst of the maelstrom of heartache and headache that the past year has been for a black person living in 45’s America. For those unplugged, yesterday Doug Jones won Alabama’s Senate seat after a highly contested battle against Roy Moore.
He told me, “So many reasons are there to love you. Your cute smile, your sweet laugh, your innocence and your kind heart makes me love you.”
Where is the fine line between a woman dressing classy vs trashy?
I’m smart. I read well. I can do math at a high level. I’m talented in multiple fields of art, music, and communication. I understand conceptual problems with relative ease and enjoy good philosophical exercises. However, paperwork, emails, and essays give me anxiety. Missed text messages and interpersonal conflict can keep my mind tied up for hours. I’m a very high achiever, but I feel like I end up near success by accident. I have High Functioning ADHD.
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?
I’ve been very transparent about my struggles on here. I even admitted that my posting schedule has dropped significantly because of these struggles. Yesterday, I was talking with a mentee about love, life, and everything in between. God and the concept of prayer came up. While encouraging him through my weakest moments, something I told him resonated with me. Continue reading “Pray WITHOUT ceasing”
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”
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.
I’m just writing this because it has been sitting on my heart. I’ve been reading over the past few days about Kenneka Jenkins and her death (Link at the Bottom). The saddest part about this story is that it is not surprising or new the details to culminated in her death. To avoid posting graphic images or talking about unknown things until more information is revealed, I want to talk about some recent thoughts on some serious topics. [Trigger Warning]
I’ve been hearing the same sentiments over and over. Online or in person, people have a bad taste in their mouths about Christianity. Why? Because the “Pastors are pimps. “Congregation is judgmental.” and “no one is Christ-like anymore”.