4/22/2014 1 Comment Almost Too Late. . . (Part 6)So we fast forward the story here about 3 years . . . to the exact date of Wednesday, September 23, 2008. . . .
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2/7/2014 0 Comments The Dream . . . (Part 4)The dream always seemed to fade in – like a movie sort of . . . yes, like a cloudy introduction to a movie. As though one has wandered upon a scene in progress coming out of a hazy fog and it is for this reason that I don’t always remember exactly how it would start – but two things were certain – I was always in my childhood bedroom and I was always on the floor.
So one evening while blubbering to my mother about my heart troubles in her bedroom, she looked at me and said, “I think that you need to write some things down” and she handed me a book entitled Write it Down, Make It Happen . So I read it and intrigued, I began to write on the flicker of hope that what this author Henriette Anne Klauser promised actually worked and wonder of all wonders and to my delight – It did!
1/31/2014 1 Comment Running Away (Part 2)So this was it. I was nervous, but I didn’t care. I was finally getting what I wanted - a chance to meet him - a chance that only months before, I was just praying for.
I’d seen him around campus a handful of times not counting the numerous times his face had been splashed across the front of the sports section of our university paper for leading our basketball team to victory. I was in love and convinced that this was the guy for me; or at least that we could date. . . .maybe? 11/30/2013 0 Comments The Beginning (Part 1)Hey There!
So – here it is. . .my story. . .the story of learning to live and how I learned to be happy and not only what caused me to get there but how I maintain my happiness (and sanity lol) on a daily basis. Not to overwhelm you, the story will be issued in installments that I will post on a very frequent basis. The first post is written below. I hope that you enjoy. Chris It has been said that you should start a story with the day that everything changed. For me, there is no mistaking when my life took a turn for the worse. . . . 10/26/2013 0 Comments This Is Me. . .Staring at myself in the mirror, I sighed and took a good look. A young African American female stood there with dark brown curls highlighted honey blond, a curvy figure and shapely hips. Taking a deep breath I thought to myself and said, “This is me.”
Not as though I was seeing myself for the first time but as though for the first time I was finally accepting myself. All of a sudden I’m in front of people.
I’m not used to this spot. No. I’m comfortable being in the background. In the shadows. Thinking but not saying. Wishing but not acting. Following – not leading. I suppose that it is here that I should have a profound quote regarding leadership that dispels my lack of confidence in such a thing and that says how important it is to take on this role in life, but I don’t have any of that. Not because I couldn’t find such a quote – no, there are plenty of them out there; but this is a post about my perspective on my transition from the shadows to the forefront, managing myself in this process and quite frankly how I am dealing with it. One thing that I’ve long struggled with is making decisions. Sure, the small everyday decisions are not the problem (i.e. What will I wear today? What do I want to eat? What will I start on first when I arrive to work?) But the decisions I’m speaking of are the LIFE decisions - the BIG ones. (choosing a life partner, a career choice and even sometimes yes, buying a car). What I’ve wrestled with is making a decision and sticking with it. Ultimately, I have struggled with commitment.
9/10/2013 You Gotta Get it Wrong to Get it Right!There's a funny thing about not being perfect and that is the fact that you have to work through all the mess. What mess? The mess we make in attempting something new. The "mess" we make in being ourselves. The mess we make in doing. Maybe that’s why a lot of us don’t do – because it is messy and we don’t want anyone to get the perception that we’re not perfect. Where did we get this perception that we are or “should be” perfect? Maybe it comes from the concept of growing up. . . .
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