I have a confession. For a while, I felt ashamed that I lived in Atlanta. Yea, yea, yea, I know. “Atlanta is such a great city!”, “So many Black people!”, the fanfare commentary can go on and on but hear me out. (more…)
A little over two years ago I wrote a post called Wounds where I shared my insecurities of never having been “that girl”. You know, the girl who seemingly always got the guy with ease — feel free to check out the post here to get the full context.
The girl who wrote that post was insecure and unaware of who she was or the beauty she possessed. (more…)
Growing up I understood forgiveness as someone doing something wrong to you (or you to someone else), the person done wrong being upset, the wrongdoer apologizing, and all is forgiven and forgotten. A simple process to seemingly make everything ok. While I appreciate the simplicity of this framework, it didn’t prepare me for the times I didn’t receive the apology or believe the person felt any remorse for the actions they’d done to cause hurt. (more…)
I’m about two weeks away from turning 25 and for the second time in less than a year I am jobless. While no fault of my own because budget cuts are real and start-ups are unpredictable, it still sucks. This is the exact opposite of what I thought life was supposed to be right now but you know life, she loves surprises. (more…)
My quest to get to New York and finagle my way into the fashion industry has thus far been painstakingly unfruitful. It seems like I keep hitting road block after road block. A promising window of opportunity appears and as I’m making my way towards it, it slams in my face. I’m trying my absolute hardest to not get discouraged and continue holding onto my hope and standing on my faith but some days I’m ready to climb down, let go and give up.
It was Sunday, July 10th, 2016 at approximately 7P EST. I was sitting with my family after just having returned home from a week-long vacation to Martha’s Vineyard with a group of good friends.
Then it happened. A phone call, a voicemail, a text, and a returned phone call later…I was unemployed. (more…)
A few weeks ago I took what I consider my first “adult” vacation. I ventured to Martha’s Vineyard with a group of close friends and it was a week of nothing but love, laughter and realizations. One of those realizations came late after dinner one night. We were all huddled in a room and naturally the topic of relationships/dating came up as it does amongst 20-somethings. At this point in the trip I hadn’t shared much about my dating life because, as far as I’m concerned, nothing is happening in that area – I’m talking desert dry, tumbleweed included – so there was nothing to report. Regardless, I found myself opening up about my more recent forays into the world of dating, which have left a lot to be desired and have had me believing I’ve been doing something wrong.
Turns out I have. (more…)
I’m in a slump and I haven’t wanted to admit it out loud. The past couple of weeks I have been feeling incredibly “off”. Things are shifting and I’m trying to find my place, my solid ground, my launching pad to keep growing. I’m in this space of feeling like I’m continuously falling short in multiple areas of my life. I’m trying so hard to reach this abstract place of being on and poppin’ 24/7/365 in my professional and personal life, although I don’t know that that’s humanly possible. In short, I’m feeling defeated and that I’m not good enough, which is tough to admit.
I know in my heart of hearts that I am good enough. I know this won’t last and the space I’m in is temporary. God designed me with the mind and heart to win and I will. Life exists in a series of peaks and valleys and I’m in the midst of a valley right now. I’m only truly defeated if I stay here. And I won’t.
I already feel better by being able to get those thoughts out of my head and “talking” it out. Clearing the bad thoughts to make room for the good ones.
“Only a man who knows what it is like to be defeated can reach down to the bottom of his soul and come up with the extra ounce of power it takes to win when the match is even.”
At the top of 2016 I made a promise to myself that I would begin traveling solo. It was all part of this journey I embarked on my sophomore year of undergrad to become completely comfortable with being and acting alone — read more about that in my previous post, #Goals.
My plan was to start with trips close to home and expand from there. Per usual, my plan was not THE plan because I’ve officially completed my first solo trip abroad. Yea, that escalated quickly. (more…)
I’m sure you’ve been there. You have an idea in your head of why you choose to do or believe certain things but can never quite piece together the abstract thoughts into a nice and cohesive package to present to the public. It’s even more difficult when it’s not a mainstream thought, so when you do take a stab at explaining…no one seems to understand you — partly because you don’t have the nice presentable package of thoughts. And by you, I mean me. Well, I’ve found someone who gets me and she is a middle-aged white woman, Dr. Meg Jay.