I remember when the mother of my ex told me that cheating is not a reason to leave. She told me that all you have to do is wait for your opportunity to cheat back. 🤔

Sidebar: I did not even think the man was cheating. 🫤

Anyways, I told her that I was shocked that someone her age would give that type of advice. The lady looked me straight in the eyes and said, old women were once young women.

Translation: Age does not always bring about wisdom.

Many of you are stuck in unhealthy situations whether it be work, relationships, or environments because you DO NOT seek wise counsel! Just because they’re an elder or related to you, it does not mean that you should take advice from them.

Pray for God to connect you with people that have been where you are going. Ask Him to send you counselors after His own heart. If you ask, He will do it!

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Happy Sunday and Happy Heavenly Birthday to my incredible Grandma, Henrietta Ford!

My grandma was a beacon of wisdom, whose insights came not from formal education, but from her life experiences. Her words, simple yet profound, drew us in and made us think. Grandma had a gift for listening, and through her stories, she taught invaluable lessons on kindness, perseverance, and faith. Her wisdom inspired us to face struggles with grace and resilience, shaping the essence of who we are today.

In celebration of my grandma’s special day, I’m excited to release my first self-help tool, The Chrysalis Journal!!! This is not just another journal, it’s your first step for transformation. The Chrysalis Journal was designed to challenge you to confront your deepest thoughts and feelings. With carefully crafted prompts, inspirational quotes, and spaces for unfiltered expression, this journal dares you to break free and reclaim your life through self-discovery. I challenge you to embrace your unique journey and unleash the fierce, unapologetic version of yourself waiting to emerge.

Click the link below to place your order today, and consider getting a copy for a friend. Imagine the joy of experiencing this offering together, transforming it into a thoughtful gift that fosters connection. Seize this opportunity to treat yourself and brighten someone else’s day.

What are some of the challenges that you’ve faced in various aspects of your life, whether personal or professional? How did you handle those challenges in a way that fostered growth and resilience?

Nowadays, you see post after post about healing and trusting the process but you rarely see a post about what the process looks like.

See the thing is when you truly want to unpack your baggage and address the root cause(s) of your challenges, you must dig through layers of memories and raw emotions.

For example, you may think that a break up in 1992 caused your trust issues but in actuality, your fear of abandonment started at age 6 when your mother or father walked out of your life.

Think of life as a series of short stories that make up one book. Within the chapters of your book (life), there are pages that you have forgotten about or completely rewritten as a defense mechanism.

So, when you are on your healing journey, these omitted and/or revised pages come back and shake you to your core.

There will be days filled with tears and others filled with laughter. But there will also be utter disgust on occasion and a general disdain for folks that are not healed or working on their own journey.

This is the real awakening, realizing that you are more complex than you thought and that your inner child still cries out at times.

So I said all of that to say this, BE GENTLE WITH YOURSELF. You are in a space and place that you have never experienced before and you must treat yourself with love and kindness. Your future generations are depending on your healing.

Chorus for Today: I am not the things my family did. I am not the voices in my head. I am not the pieces of the brokenness inside. I am light. I am light. I am light, I am light.

Transparent Thursday Post:

For those that know me, y’all know that “I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my ish”. I’m a perfectionist and I will study long and hard so that I get things right, the first time.

Well…one of my favorite desserts is the French Macaron. Being a baker, I make it my business to master my favorites so that I’m not forced to purchase the desserts from others all the time. While all recipes are precise, this recipe is delicate and precise AND you need EXTRA patience because it calls for you to take everything that you would normally do a step further.

So…I finally worked up the nerve to attempt to make French Macarons for the first time AND I BOMBED!!! Well…it was one of those things like,  they taste good but they don’t look right!🤣🤣🤣

I’m laughing now but I dropped a few tears because when I captured the picture, I immediately knew that I messed up.

Moral of the story: never be afraid to go after the things that make your heart smile. Although we learned at a very young age, if at first you don’t succeed, try again, as we grow up we don’t extend ourselves much grace. We become accustomed to perfecting and miss the joy of the experience.

So tonight as you wind down, make plans to go after those things that you’ve put off due to fear. Start formulating your plan and attack that goal with every thing in you. 🦋😘🦋😘🦋😘

Are you being specific with your request for God?

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Like many of you, I tuned in to watch the Bobby Brown Story, for many different reasons (I have not read

his book).  First and foremost, I wanted to see Bobby Brown’s life through the eyes of Bobby Brown.  I have read articles and seen stories told from the perspective of an onlooker BUT nothing beats a first hand account of a story.

Listen…by the end of day 2, I saw a piece of all of our lives in Uncle Bobby’s story.  I saw a life full of highs and lows.  I saw heartache, pain, and a man that has had to pick up the pieces and start over again and again. I saw someone that has loved and lost.  Someone that was full of life and wanted to enjoy every moment.

If you watched the series and picked through to determine which parts you choose to believe then you wasted your time.  We all go through trials and tribulations so that we can help others to see that there is victory on the other side.  Each part of the story built upon and expanded to another area of his life.  In the end, he is the sum total of every experience and a work in progress, still striving to get better.

I am grateful that Uncle Bobby brought HIStory to television and gave the world deeper insight into his life.  The story is told from HIS prospective and the wonderful thing about you telling your story is that no one gets to tell you what happened to you.

Be courageous enough to tell YOUR story.  The world is waiting.

Well…16 x 2 + 5 and Pregnant 🙂

I really wanted to document my second journey to motherhood but honestly, I was just too tired. I was tired no matter how much I slept and there seemed to be no solution.  When I asked the doctors about the fatigue, they attributed it to my age BUT oh imagine this, I was ANEMIC and it was 1,000 degrees outside!!! (I live in the Sunshine State, duh)…

Welcome to “Advanced Maternal Age (AMA), or Pregnancy at Age 35 or Older”.  Although, per my doctor, I was a healthy 37-year-old, they never missed an opportunity to remind me of my age and what my age could mean for my pregnancy. It was almost as though they were surprised that each visit, I continued to “do well”…Thankfully, by the grace of God, I had a very healthy pregnancy.

Back to this AMA…I was referred to a high risk pregnancy doctor, “due to my age” and was required to see this doctor until I was “released”.  In other words, I’m old and I need monitoring because I’m old and pregnant lol. Sounds like my pregnancy had me doing time, right?

Although, it may sound like complaining, I am actually very grateful for the extra doctor visits and extra chances to see my baby girl developing in the womb.  My doctors were great and I know that they wanted to protect me and the little Princess to the best of their abilities.

Now, as far as my pregnancy went, I am now completely convinced of my theory that if your pregnancy is rough, your labor will be a walk in the park and in the inverse, if your pregnancy is smooth, labor will kick your butt. I have never experienced pain like that in my life and the little Princess was smaller than the little Prince.

Thinking back to 1998-1999, in my first trimester that I told my mother if this is what pregnancy was like, she did not have to worry about me getting pregnant again.  I was so sick, I thought I would whither away.  Fast forward to labor, the little Prince cried into the world after around 5 1/2 hours of actual labor, before my doctor could even return to the hospital to deliver him.

Now, his sister on the other hand, while I did experience morning sickness, I could usually pull myself together and make it through the day.  Fast forward to her labor,  induction began on Tuesday and she was born on Thursday and that’s all I’ll say about that. (in my Forest Gump voice lol)

So here’s the silver lining…I have two healthy babies. One is a man-child and the other is a newborn.  So far I have loved going through the newborn phase again but I will not lie and say that I do not appreciate the independent phase that my son is in.

In the end, it wasn’t so bad being 16 x 2 + 5 and Pregnant. This phase (as others lol ) is going to be an adventure and I welcome you along for the ride!!!

Picture it…Cape Canaveral, Florida, October 17, 2016…

This is a day that I will never forget because on this day, I cried. It’s not like I shed a few tears to wipe away the pain, I sobbed for hours, uncontrollably.  I wailed, my body shook, I snorted, and had to use my albuterol inhaler to catch my breath.  I think this picture is vivid now…

The truth is that I have shed tears before.  Crying is something that I actually feel is normal and healthy. BUT…on this day, I cried like never before.

You see this day was a day that I had planned for weeks in advance.  This day was supposed to be special and in the blink of an eye, the day was completely off schedule and out of my control.

The next day, as I reflected on the events that transpired on October 17, 2016, I could not understand why I cried so much.  I replayed every moment over and over in my head, trying to figure out why I was so hurt and why I could not stop crying. I have had disappointments, I have been hurt, and I have experienced loss but these tears were different.

Then suddenly I realized, this cry was a culmination of many events.  None of which happened on October 17, 2016.

I cried because of years of pain and frustration over things that I felt I had long mourned. These tears had been building up for over a decade and on this day, they all came flooding out.

I cried because I planned out my life when I was 8 and nothing turned out the way I planned.

I cried because I feel my career hasn’t begun.

I cried because my son’s father was chased down and murdered like an animal and I can’t take the pain away from my son.

I cried because I couldn’t answer my son when he asked why did the man have to kill his father.

I cried because I’ve made so many sacrifices in life.

I cried for every disappointment that I had to regroup from.

I cried for every dream delayed.

I cried because at that moment, I realized that I’ve held “it” together for so long.

It was painful, it was agonizing, it was NECESSARY and REFRESHING!!!

Those tears freed me in a way that I did not know that I needed and in that moment the weight of the world fell from my shoulders.