The hair journey has not been the easiest especially since my decision to go natural a few years ago. Never the less it has been an adventure.
As we approach the new year, I encourage women as I have my daughters and will continue to teach them: To love yourself more. To let go of any man who clearly shows that he will never be who you need, want and deserve. You are smart and beautiful. Be at peace in the place you are in. Often times we seek to find something or someone, outside of where we should never have ventured. Love does not always love you back. That does not mean however, that you should settle because you are in love for the sake of love. The love that reflects yours often is right there in your reach, ready and willing to reciprocate. You’ve just been too busy reaching for the wrong one.
Currently in one of my stand still moments and God is reminding me of how much I’ve accomplished, how many things I’ve ticked off the list of things to do…. and that it’s time for me to just be in His presence.
Have you ever had a time in life where you felt you were not moving at the speed you intended?…..Remember, in your stand still moments God is remolding you. He is removing all the worn out edges and replacing them with new… He is refilling your fuel, that you have so willingly given out. He is forcing you to take time to seek Him, to spend time with Him away from all your busyness.
If I could speak to the younger me, I would tell her to make sure every choice she makes is one that she wants to make, one that makes her happy. To consider others but not to the point where all the choices she makes in life are wrapped up in what others think and need. To enjoy her youth, to be easy on herself, to allow herself room to make mistakes and live. Live life freely. To breathe. Breathe in and out, breathe and live in every moment and not think so much about what has passed and what is to come. To relax, chill out and know it will all work out.
We live in a society where many of our men are unaware of exactly how to properly interact and care for a woman. I love my son. I will continue to teach him how to treat a woman, with equity, respect and honesty. To support her dreams. To give her the time she needs and desires. To communicate with her openly and to not shut her out. To show her not with only words, which will become empty words if not backed up by action, but to let his words reflect his actions and vise versa. To always treat her like the queen she is and never a second class woman. To love her fully, no left over, back-burner, second class love.
It’s Black History Month
Be a positive part of our future black history. Whose history are you creating?
While we celebrate the strong Black women and men that paved the way, let us continue to build a positive future history beginning with ourselves. What history will you leave behind?
Would the positive intellectuals who spoke up for our freedom and rights be happy with the black woman or man you are currently? There is no time like the present. Pay homage by being a woman or man they fought for us to be.
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Very precious memories: The day I graduated from basic school (pre-school) on the left in Kingston, Jamaica . I received a copy of the story book, Little Red Riding Hood for being one of the top students with my graduation certificate. The day I graduated from grad school on the right in California, USA . I received a Phi Alpha Honor Society Cord and Medal for my GPA with my MSW degree. I remember both days very clearly. From humble beginnings. I was created to succeed. Never give up on your purpose in life.
I look back at my life and I am in awe. I spent the early years of my life living in what is known as a ghetto. It was far from the easiest of life and I understood early what it meant to be surrounded by hopelessness. What it felt like to be judged on where one resides. Classism at its finest. What it meant to be fearful of being robbed, raped or killed.