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If There Is One Thing I Know…

I know how to believe in myself. I know how to talk myself into being great.

I enrolled in acting class to sharpen these stage skills back up. I claim it now… next theatre season, I will return to the stage in a leading role.


what a Shero knows by Proverbs

for many of us, there is a desire to be unhappy. we welcome toxic relationships, hoping to one day “fix” them. we accept the invitations to unhealthy discussions, hoping they’ll “see” things our way. we fall to the bottom of our list of priorities as if, somehow, taking care of everything and everyone else first will complete us.

WRONG, Sista! there is no such thing as a self-sacrificing Shero. you don’t have to be a martyr to be a marker.

a Shero knows when it’s time to say, “I’d love to, but I can’t.” affirms herself when those twangs of guilt (after saying, “no”) begin to twinge. goes on a date night instead of heading to a Scandal watch party (and I’m, a Gladiator, so don’t trip!).
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Life is Not a Problem


Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.

Somewhere in this road of life, I picked up the notion that everyday I would be presented with problems and my day would be based on “how I handled it.”  So every morning I expected some type of grief.  It was an anticipation I would stir into my coffee and sometime initiate on the drive to work.  Or maybe I waited to start the “problem” while standing in line for the elevator at work.  Or maybe I  waited until lunch and picked the longest line to get in so I could mean mug the cashier when I got to the front and make her my daily “problem”.  This theory could’ve been passed on to me during school problem solving, conflict/resolution discussions from the bible during Sunday school or my mother.  But I inherently did not grow up thinking life would be beautifully handed to me everyday.

Changing this behavior has to be part of my everyday routine now.  I have to consciously remind myself that I deserve goodness and the universe will align with my mentality daily.  I have to remind myself:

You don’t get what you want, you get what you expect.

Change your expectations today!  Accept and expect greatness!  Have an amazing day!




As I Was Scribed

Just as your favorite song subscribes you to a composition

synched with metered rhyme and breath meditative like fire chants 

the art was on purpose and propaganda.

so  /

don’t be mistaken or fooled by a joker.

you have been allowed to walk and write within the words of yesterday’s scribes.

Dream makers sculpted you landowners and entrepreneurs,

educators and world travelers,

…If we have to live within the words we write

what does tomorrow look like?

and can our children survive without us?


She Isn’t Who Appears

You can smile in the face of opposition when you know they are simply there because of a prayer being manifested.  And the yang of the situation is whatever their mission is.  When you remove yourself, detach from emotions, this very moment is what you asked for.  It is what you have imagined in your head, it is what you need.

I announced months ago to friends and family that I would be leaving the field of executive management.  In my journal I write what I want, I meditate these words to white candles and at the gym on the stair climber I imagine what I want.  I have to accept everything that appears in my life from this moment forward is needed to get me there.  Perhaps it will serve me as food or maybe a tack that stuck my in the side to help me later post a reminder message to myself.  Right now,  it has come in the form of another manager on her journey and ours have crossed.


She stands around 5’8 with horribly applied eye makeup.  Hair to no particular season or fashion.  We’ll call her Ms. Eyeliner.  Ms. Eyeliner can be labeled as a control freak or even incredibly insecure.  She is known to be vindictive.  She leaves her family every week to work with a group of women who could care less of her conversation or existence.  And she has it out for me.  Or does she?  In the moment of things, emotions attached, one can concretely feel this way and express it.  In silence I wonder if my father sent her?

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