I realized the petrichor coming from the night before….
A long weekend, celebrating the exact thing that we have no choice but to do. I realized the petrichor coming from the night before, a light faint rain left a mild scent on this humid day. I spent time with the one I love, trying to avoid the sun while barbecuing and enjoying this unwelcoming heat. In my mind I am constantly reminded of the next chapter of my life and career but I am finishing my current one. I wish that I could bypass these few pages because I am tired of the incompetence of the mundane day that affects me from 9am-6pm.
However, I understand that it can’t happen over night so I am patient and prayerful hoping that it soon will come to fruition in my life. Being confident in what the day could bring because there are others worse off than I. Although, there are many other journeys I could’ve traveled I believe that God places us on the path that we need to be on in order to grow and overcome the obstacles that will arise. How can we have a testament if we have never been through a test? Happy Labor Day…
Finally had the opportunity to go out with my fiancé and best friend! Hitting the town in order to get away from the stress that is our lives. The stress that is black excellence. A great little place in West 7th called Michael’s Cuisine! If you’re in the Fort Worth area check this place out. Great food and good drinks🍸🍹
Wings catch the wind and be released. Take to the sky as you are lifted from the places that hold you down to them. The places that wish to keep you stationery. Take flight as though lightning trails behind. Fly not from the fear of what is to come but from the fear of not flying.
I’ve had this mantra that I’ve been repeating to myself, day by day…
Finally…. I’ve taken that first step towards something. The something that will make a difference in my life and afford me the balance and the passion that I’ve searched for.
All in God’s timing is what I tell myself, I have to remain patient and wait on this blessing. I know it’s going to be difficult and stressful but what in life worth having isn’t. I see the light, I feel like I have a plan I can stick to and a plan that I can actually achieve. Goals. We all have them, we all fight for them, for that dream to become fruition. This may not be my dream but it is a step towards that. And for that I am grateful. I’ve had this mantra I’ve been repeating to myself all week, day by day….
Uncommon. That word keeps making it’s way in my life…
Uncommon. That word keeps making it’s way in my life in some shape or form, whether through ads on the internet or even the name of competition in the industry I’m in. Uncommon can have so many negative connotations but why would anyone want to be common anyway? Wouldn’t they want to be uncommon? I want to be uncommon. Special. Unique. Unlike any other. That’s why it is so necessary for me work towards the life and the success I see for myself. I cannot allow myself to continue to dwell in commonality.
I want to make a difference, change a life, inspire a generation and lead a generation. My impact doesn’t have to be in a major way but I am who believes any impact at all is major. So many things going on in my personal life friend and work wise, I’ve been given some clarity. However, that clarity is quickly eclipsed by the destruction going on in our country. Not necessarily destruction of things but destruction of the moral fiber and values I believe this country stands on.
We are all aware of the numerous incidents going on in our world and all I have to say is this isn’t uncommon, this has happened before and in many places before, it’s just now broadcasted through various media forms. I want to be uncommon in the way that Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, John F. Kennedy, and countless others were.
Photo by Christian St. Clair
Among the roses lie the dying flowers, broken into pieces, searching for life. The life has left them and all that is left are the wilted petals. So many layers to this flower but we only choose to see it as dying, we do not wish to pick this flower because it’s not “beautiful”. The flower cries out to be picked, cries out to be pretty too. Cry out flower, someone will hear you someone will replenish your roots with water. Someone will save you, if you are worth saving. Someone will heal you if you produce the scent that they want. Someone will pick you but should you be picked? Cry out until your tears make you grow again. Cry out until you bloom.
Finding peace is hard, you give yourself the opportunity of a lifetime by not being discouraged by life’s hurdles. You push through and try a little harder everyday but sometimes is trying enough? I’ve been battling with that question, I see a gleam of hope or at least what appears to be. I pull at it as much as I can but all it does is recede. Perhaps this is God telling me something. I have to stay on the path, I have to choose happiness over $$$$. It’s not just about the money, it’s about success, a career, and a path that I must believe in. God will bring this peace I seek to fruition but not without some obstacles. This peace that I have, the world didn’t give it and the world can’t take it….
I woke up this morning with a plan. Not necessarily a firm one or even one that can be achieved in one day but a plan nonetheless. I realized that in order to achieve this happiness that I’m after, it can’t be without some discourse. I mean who do I think I am? In life there has to be pain and I give advice like this to people all the time but never take it myself. Not necessarily knowing the direct path I should follow or even if this is a path I want to start but I am ready for the challenge either way. So many times in our lives we get
soooo so caught up with the future and seeing our lives 5 or even 10 years from now. By doing that we are causing ourselves to not really enjoy the day or the present! I’m going to take it day by day….
“Slightly disrupted from this uncomfortable situation. Why would she do that ? Trust ? What happened to that, I thought I could depend on her and I thought she loved me? Disappointed is how I feel.” That’s all he could think, all he could muster up was a million questions with no answers as he catches his mom in the most uncomfortable situation. ( More coming soon )
A week of stress and deadlines that are being met but barely. I’m still shining more than my peers (Beyoncé comes to mind) but is it enough? Life just keeps handing me thankless opportunities to grow and develop the type of professional I want to be but do I want to be a “professional” maybe I just want to be creative! Then again, I do like making money, sometimes too much or maybe not enough. I have associates that are making the big bucks but are they happy? It reminds me of a phrase that one of my professors use to utter, ” Money can only buy happiness , if the happiness you after can be bought.” It’s time to take steps, steps to achieving and being all I want to be. All I want to be is…..