French Macarons…
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. 🦋😘🦋😘🦋😘

HOW CAN I EASE THE PAIN…
Pain is something that we will all experience in life. No one is immune. While we generally believe that certain characteristics or actions of another are the source of our pain, the truth is, most times the pain is self-inflicted (I’ll save this for another post).
Now, the trouble with attributing your pain to the characteristics or actions of others is that you begin to believe that if you remove the person and every person that you meet with the same characteristics or behavior, the pain will end. Sadly, this solution does not deal with the underlying cause of the pain nor its lingering effects, it will only give you temporary relief and you could end up pushing the wrong people out of your life.
I learned this lesson the hard way (as many of us do). I confused the grief that I felt when that person was around with what I was actually grieving. It was not their presence that caused me grief, it was something inside of them that forced me to walk in my truth. Something in them would not allow me to hide behind the mask I wore. Their presence literally forced me to deal with me.
As you grow through life, search for the root issues. If you only look at the surface, you will stunt the process.
Remember, people come into your life for numerous reasons, allow people to do what they must and then let them go on their way.
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Superwoman Died…
Circa October 31, 2018…just a little reminder ladies.
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She’s a wife to her husband;
She’s a mother to her children;
She’s her parent’s daughter;
She’s her siblings sister; BUT
The real question is, who is she?
It is ingrained in young women that they are the backbones of their families, the glue that secures the bond, and keeper of everyone’s joy.
BUT has anyone ever stopped and asked women who is the keeper of their joy?
I have heard many women say that their children are the key to their happiness.
Well, if that is the case, what is your husband’s/partner’s role in your life?
Likewise, if your children are not happy, does that actually make your entire life less meaningful?
Ladies, here is a little secret that the world will not share…
SUPERWOMAN DIED!!! You read that right, she died!!!
She collapsed under the weight of the world.
She drowned from the tears she shed day after…
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THE BOBBY BROWN STORY
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.
Superwoman Died…
She’s a wife to her husband;
She’s a mother to her children;
She’s her parent’s daughter;
She’s her siblings sister; BUT
The real question is, who is she?
It is ingrained in young women that they are the backbones of their families, the glue that secures the bond, and keeper of everyone’s joy.
BUT has anyone ever stopped and asked women who is the keeper of their joy?
I have heard many women say that their children are the key to their happiness.
Well, if that is the case, what is your husband’s/partner’s role in your life?
Likewise, if your children are not happy, does that actually make your entire life less meaningful?
Ladies, here is a little secret that the world will not share…
SUPERWOMAN DIED!!! You read that right, she died!!!
She collapsed under the weight of the world.
She drowned from the tears she shed day after day from the feeling of not being enough.
She suffered heart failure from never telling anyone how she needed to be loved.
She suffered a stroke from the stress of always picking up the pieces alone.
She grew weaker and weaker from being everyone’s shoulder to lean.
You see, she died EMOTIONALLY and MENTALLY.
Superwoman is you and she is me.
She is our mothers and grandmothers.
What we have to learn as women is that WE MUST TAKE CARE OF OURSELVES TOO. We cannot care for our families if we do not care for ourselves FIRST.
So ladies, take time for solo activities, take that time off, change careers, relocate, maintain standards for interactions with others.
It is not selfish to love yourself.
It is not selfish to say no.
It is not selfish to walk away from people and places that do not add value to your life.
Do not attempt to be Superwomen, be you, you will do just fine.
=What Next???
At some point in all of our lives we stop and ask ourselves, “what next?”… what else is going to fall apart; what else am I going to lose; where can I go from here?
In these moments, you must allow yourself time to be human. Let the tears fall, scream at the top of your lungs, if need be, because you need to release the pain. BUT in the mist of the crying and screaming, begin to whisper the words of prayer.
For it is in these moments that God is removing your will for your life. He’s pushing you to seek Him for direction. He’s allowed you to do it your way (because we’re always trying to assist God) and now He’s saying lean on Me.
Remember, God is concerned with the most minor detail in your life. Trust Him to see you through.
HINDSIGHT IS 20/20…
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I recently had an epiphany…many years ago, I was a side chick. Now, I know the realization sounds a little shocking. You may be asking questions like; how could you not know that you were a side chick? Well, the answer is that I did not care enough at the time to think about it.
How does that happen??? Kinda like this…I was focused. Focused on what I wanted. I was the boss of me. He was a welcomed distraction but not enough of a distraction for me to realize all the moments he was an afterthought or a fill-in-the blank. Now I am not giving him a pass and I do not promote cheating. What I am saying is that I totally missed the process of changing from the object of his affection to the second place chick.
The story went something like this…we met under somewhat strange circumstances and we became…
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