Hair Therapy…I shaved my head



November of 2017, my life was spiraling. I allowed myself to slowly fall back into my old ways by opening my life and home to my ex husband. I became so frustrated with myself, as I spent so much time forgiving, and healing from the years of pain I allowed him to cause. I became weak, because the power that I worked so hard to regain, was depleted within a span of three months. I fell into the role of wanting to be liked, and accepted. I became obsessed with being rejected, and wanted to prove my worthiness of his corrupted version of love. My vision had become clouded, and so had my judgment. I began to question myself and fought daily between the old me and the new me. With the overwhelming thoughts in my head, I needed to release his energy. I needed a release period. I had been rocking a weave to maintain a versatile style for about two months. The day I took my weave out, I was amazed at the amount of new growth but had been frustrated with my curl pattern. I just began thinking about the years of my lack of self-love. At that moment, I had the impulse to cut it all off.

I realized this was a reflection of how I felt about myself.  My crown, my tresses are a part of what makes me a woman. This is something we pride ourselves about. Three years ago, I did the big chop and cut my hair to renew my curl pattern. It took one visit to a new hair salon, with an individual not concerned about my process, to damage a year and a half of progress with my natural hair. We can end up taking ten steps back on a journey through introducing ourselves to people not concerned about maintaining or aiding us with our personal journeys. All it takes is one situation, one person, or one decision that can send you back pedaling to the beginning. Everything you worked so hard for, appeared to be damaged within a span of seconds. It took me a while to digest the fact that after years of protecting my crown and nurturing it, I allowed someone to end up damaging it. Now, I know that those very setbacks are required. I realized not to be so hard on myself and to use what I learned for the next time. It unfortunate, because a lot of times, those very people who may cause those setbacks for you have no clue the damage they are causing.  Those dead ends can be clipped, that pain can be released, and you can regrow and start anew. My best friend and I sat around talking about the liberation in a woman cutting her hair. When I first cut my hair bald, she was the only one that I allowed to see me like that. The only other person was my son. I wish I could have video tapped his reaction and outburst of laughter. I couldn’t help but laugh as well, but after, he asked if he could do the same. He said “Mommy I want to be healthy too.” I knew at that point, I was making the right decision. As liberating as it was, I had to move past my ego and the insecurities in my head. I always wondered why when I went through a break up, or a life changing event did I have this desire to cut my hair. My best friend brought the answer to light to me today. She reminded me of the fact that she knew what I did before I told her. She said that when a woman cuts her hair, she is releasing the heaviness of her thoughts. When a woman is overwhelmed or consumed in her thoughts cutting her hair helps to release the heaviness, but doesn’t rid her of her circumstances. She is creating a new foundation through cutting the damage and making room for new. When a women cuts her hair, she is about to change her life. Our physical bodies, and physical circumstances, are a representation of our thoughts. It is beyond changing her image and how the world sees her. She is embracing the women she is beyond her tresses. She is a rebel and is not defined by her hair.

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My mother almost had a heart attack when I told her and could not understand why. To be honest, telling her was the most liberating thing for me. Growing up , I was taught to be everything else but myself. I had stripped myself of everything. Of intimate relationships, my hair, my brand new home, and so much more. I stripped myself of everything that others use as an illusion to distract them from knowing self. A lot of people fear that intimate connection of self, because there are a lot of hurtful truths we discover. It requires strength, love, patience, and nurturing. All the very things required to regrow healthy hair. Every journey is just that…a journey. To be honest, it doesn’t end until the day we die, that is where the roads ends. I am so proud of myself for removing the self-inflicted cancer of toxic relationships, and learning to love me, flaws and all. There is therapy in a hair cut, because lately I careless of how I’m perceived. I have my days when I feel boyish because of the cut, and some days a complete bad-ass. My hair is a small portion of this whole being. I am beyond the physical as my personality and purpose confirms that. When I cut my hair I don’t just change my life…I am influenced to inspire others.

after 1st cut


There is POWER in letting Go…

Fuck this shit

There is so much power in letting go! It took me a while to recognize it, but I felt the need to share my story. People have no idea how I conceived Micah. I mean beyond the sexual activity that I had to partake in. I mean on a spiritual level, his conception was divine timing. I always get a laugh from my friends when I tell them he is the easy bake oven baby. He was made on a rooftop of a hospital in less than four minutes. His father and I decided to do things the right way this time. We became so close after the loss of our son, that we decided to get married. The closeness wasn’t healthy. In fact I clung to him for the fear of losing him as well. Within two years I had lost both my grandmother, my newborn son,  and the thought of losing him made my emotional grip even tighter. Micah was the gift that we received as a result of me letting go of all my fears. As most mothers do, I spent months preparing for London right up until my due date. I spent time preparing his nursery and shopping for all his needs. I even got a new apartment, and cleared out the negative energy of some family and friends. I did what I thought I was supposed to do in preparation of my new title as a mother. When he passed, I spent days in my apartment, with visitors coming in and out to check on our wellbeing. I became so comfortable with all of the company that when alone, I became afraid of darkness. My husband at the time did his best to make sure I was never alone, and one day while at work, I did the unthinkable.Buddha let go

I called my best friend at the time, to tell her to bring her cousin by to take everything out of the nursery.  At the time her cousin was about five or six months, and was the only other person I knew expecting. I really wanted to give everything to a person that greatly appreciated it, and she was the first person that came to mind. I just wanted it all out of my house. I got sick of physically looking at my dreams shattered but nicely arranged like a museum display of what life was supposed to be. A quiet nursery, that screamed the very pain that I felt within. My girlfriend at the time, thought I was losing it. She asked me multiple times if this was something that I wanted to do. One thing about me is that when my mind is finally made up, that is it. There is no turning back for me. One thing I regret is not talking to my then husband about it at the time. Then again, if I did, he probably would have talked me out of it.  I watched as they removed everything from my home piece by piece. To be honest once everything was gone I don’t recall shedding a tear. My husband and I got into a huge argument that evening when he got home. He wanted to hold on, and I was ready to let go! People said not to get rid of it because you will have another child. Or, “put it in storage so you don’t have to prepare when the next child comes. Why would you do that?”. The answer is for my sanity. I slowly, opened up to holding other babies, and celebrating the life of other couples and their newborns. I still hurt from the loss of my son, but I no longer wanted to be stuck on the events of Dec 2011.Letting go 2

Three months later, I ran into my best friend’s mother while leaving an attorney’s office. She proceeds to tell me that one of my best friends were expecting at the time. I sat in my car for at least an hour crying crocodile tears, not even aware that I was pregnant myself.  March of 2012, I found out I was pregnant with Micah. My husband and I at the time were grieving in our separate ways. Him though partying and bullshit, me through facing my demons head on. I call to tell him the news of the conception of our second child, and to my surprise, he asked me what my plans were. Neither of my pregnancies were celebrated, but there was no way I would even consider an abortion of a child after losing one. In our physical bodies, we are more inclined to physically or mentally hold on to things. The power in letting go is letting God or the Universe know you have faith.  We continuously try to play in these roles, trying to control every aspect of our lives, only to find much of  this life we have no control over.  The power of letting go is knowing that there is something more for you. Letting go is allowing space for the new. When we hold on through trying to control, we lose or power, only to allow the situation to end up controlling us. When we let go and surrender the power of trying to control, and allow what is for us to be received by us,  life becomes much simpler. What is meant for you, will always be, and nothing that is for you can be taken or compromised by anyone but you. There is so much good in change and miracles that occur when you realize the power of letting go. Holding on through action is backed by fear. Letting go and doing so with love, only life changing situations can occur. When we hold on to events, people, and circumstances we are stunting our evolution. Forcing what we thought was meant to be, as opposed to what is to be. I have learned that no matter what the circumstance is I will let it go, always realizing that whatever the outcome, I will be okay! Letting go is my silent physical prayer to God + or the Universe, letting them know that I trust them even when I can’t see what they are constructing behind the scenes.  Let Go!

A Bitch movement…



This weekend wasn’t about color. It was about celebrating our ability to bring forth life, and standing in our power. Its unfortunate, but most times when a woman stands in her truth, she is called a bitch. A woman who demands respect from men, or other women. Together we marched for the gender inequality in regards to pay, ceased the fears of other women in regards to seeking male dominated positions, and shared #METOO stories of overcoming sexual abuse.  We came together and marched for a common purpose with many differing personal agendas. We all had a rhythm of rage, and were looking for a positive form of outlet.  We gave gratitude to all those who called us a “Bitch”. Not a female dog, but a woman who is unapologetically embracing herself. A “Bitch” doesn’t take crap from no one and is completely aware of what she does and doesn’t need. People fear the “Bitch” because she is aware of her power, and she understands that the death of her very being is within her silence. She no longer feels the needs to be or feel accepted. She loves herself. “Bitch” is a term that does not identify with color, it is used amongst all cultures and nationalities. A Bitch is defined by the Merriam-Webster dictionary as “A often offensive: malicious,spiteful, or overbearing woman-sometimes used as a generalized term of abuse.” Similar to the word “nigger” in my culture, we have found a way to embrace the negative terms placed on us. The only time a term has value is what we place on it. A person can’t curse you unless you make an agreement with yourself that the terms identifies with who you are. I guess for the rest of this blog, I will be called a “Bitch” for my offensive and overbearing opinion on this empowering weekend.womens march sign2

There is always someone trying to find the darkness in light situations, and unfortunately its always the one who does nothing about what they are complaining about. This weekend after such an inspiring experience I woke up to multiple articles about Black women complaining about the marches not being tailored to them, and underrepresented. I also noticed the larger amounts of white women participating, however in Philadelphia, the co-president, Tom Wolfe’s representative, and march leaders, were led by black women. Although the participating numbers were much less, than white women, if they refused to show up then who would advocate for African- American women. I’m a bit disappointed with my community and the current move from being empowered to being or playing victim. We are blaming others for not representing us or understanding us, yet we don’t even show up for ourselves. It appears Black women are blaming others for their lack of community, when many of our women are refusing to do work amongst themselves. Funny, if Cardi B was to appear, many of our women would be in attendance, as a stripper turned rapper has become the representative for our women. Or if some of the black women thought their men were cheating they would have marched their asses in purpose to catch him in the act. I am not saying all of my community but most of our women lack sisterhood. The art of unity and sisterhood begins at home. Many young black women are growing up in a home with a mother who sets them up with a competitive mindset. You are no longer my daughter the more you grow, you become my competition. We pride ourselves on the lack of girlfriends and support from other women. We cannot build a community, if we don’t have it within ourselves. So with the many complaints of African American women not being represented during the march, what do you plan on doing as a part of the movement from where you sit? We as black women are still fighting each other or beefing over baby daddy’s as opposed creating a solution.

metoo2.jpgOne thing that really disturbed me is the measurement of pain or trauma experienced as an African-American women opposed to a white woman. We as African American women have been oppressed and experienced trauma throughout history. Black women we are in denial, but a lot of our trauma and pain is self-inflicted. While remaining in the victim stage your mind believes it has no ability to change your current circumstances. We can control how we engage with each other just by complimenting the next queen on her accomplishments. We call each other Queens and speak as if we are evolved and woke, but watch Love and Hiphop and other shows that degrade us a black women.We support this though?  I get it! But who the hell are we to tell someone from another culture that their pain is less than ours? We are being reactive as opposed to proactive. I feel you all on your desire not to attend, but what do you plan on creating with your platforms? What are you all doing to support the sisters within your community?  What are you doing to change this? I attended this event alone. I recognized my difference of color amongst the crowd, however I represented who I am. I am a queen, a reflection of God’s love for us. When you stand in greater purpose, color becomes irrelevant. I was human, not just a Data Manager, not just a mother, not just an African American, a blogger, or a woman. I was a woman embracing a voice that was silenced since childhood, and into a ten-year relationship. I was in the same energy space of women breaking glass ceilings and plowing new paths for the generations after us. We are always trying to find something to separate ourselves or to box us in. I don’t want to limit myself in that slavery like mindset. Call me a ‘bitch” for speaking my truth but as a people we don’t celebrate each other as we should. The lack of self-love is evident, amongst both out men and women.  Once you move beyond the surface mindsets you will see that you no longer are in competition with others outside of you. Instead, you are your own competitor. Your job is to conquer self.  If we as people would stand together, as a sisterhood, everything would change.


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Call me a “Bitch” and I will respond with “Thank you!” as I am grateful to have found my voice. That I will no longer allow you to play on my vulnerabilities, just to make you feel comfortable. Call me a “Bitch” because I will no longer dim my light, or accept your sexual gestures towards me as a compliment. I am a woman. A woman capable of bringing forth life. A position God gave me that  gives you a preview of my true power. I live in purpose and am unapologetically me. This is my platform, and my life! If what I am represents a “Bitch”, then a “Bitch” I will be. #BITCHMOVEMENT

Child support?

box of darkness

My mother was always concerned for me because she believed that I was more book smart than street smart. As years have progressed, that theory of me no longer remains. I have always been an extremely emotional person and have even considered myself an “empath”. I would pride myself on my emotions,  and still feel strongly about the importance of them. They are our internal indicators but sometimes can result in poor decision-making and effect our logical thinking. Today reminded me of Groundhog day. or even the Netflix film “Naked”. You don’t have to see the film to understand the concept of the movie. It is about a man who keeps reliving the same events over and over of his wedding day. It begins with him being Naked in an elevator from his crazy bachelor night prior, to his wedding day. He gets caught into a time loop over and over again, encountering the same events, and people throughout the day. Today was Deja vu of exactly what my life was like in 2016. Only this time, I was proactive and not reactive.  See people tend to forget about this university called life. Just like school, every lesson you are required to graduate from before moving on to the next stage. Many people are experiencing Groundhog Day instead with other people and differing events, but similar lessons to be learned. I was stuck in the pain and reopened the wound this summer only to repeat and be time warped back to 2016 the year of my divorce. 2016 was the time my ex-spouse decided to move another woman from my hometown to the very place he uprooted me to. Well technically I made that decision for myself, but was under the impression I was doing what was best for my family. I was an emotional mess, because the very man I protected, was the same man to cause me pain, and that was the turning point for me. I thought the Divorce was the end of this battle with him, and believed he did enough to try to kill my soul, but was I wrong. I realized that I was not dealing with someone normal, but rather a narcissist, that had nothing but time to mirror his feelings of himself upon me.

A year ago, I decided to take him off the initial child support agreement because we were co-parenting with no issues. He would make comments about how he wanted to know where his support was going, so I made him responsible for half of our son’s tuition. If you have not endured Divorce, it is an extremely ugly battle between two people who once loved each other, that at some point turned into hate. Not always the case but this occurs for most.  They said its a thin line, and to be honest, this is true. Our relationship thrived and blossomed during trauma, in our hapiness we fought the most. We were two people who felt unworth of life’s blessings.  When you’re not married and have a commitment with someone such as a child, you don’t necessarily have to involve the courts unless you cannot  come to a mutual agreement. Once married, it is a requirement wirth the divorce process. A once intimate relationship that involved just the family, then becomes the business of the court and the county. As black women, I see on social media, women post their pride in not receiving assistance from their child’s father. It is like that awards them as the mother of the year, for their independence and lack of support. I don’t deny them of this, but realized that raising a child is not solely meant to be done alone financially, physically or spiritually. Now if the father is abusive to the child and neglectful, that is a whole other story. I decided that it was time to revisit this option as his father was not withholding his commitment to his son. I pay tuition, housing, insurance, and extra curricular activities solely myself. For the past three years his father remainder unemployed and would play the court system and me. It’s unfortunate because there are fathers out their, that actually are doing for their children and women take advantage due to their emotional baggage they haven’t unpacked. However this is not my case.  Today in my time loop he repeated everything that he has said in the past. The lies and other spiteful things to diminish me as the primary parent. “She is mad that I don’t want her, that is why we are here.” I had to chuckle to myself, because my only concern was I had fallen behind on my son’s tuition payments with all of my additional responsibilities as a homeowner, and single mother. I actually felt bad for him, because he is stuck. Stuck in the same space that I met him 10 years ago in which I thought I could fix. He appeared in all black, which was a symbol of the darkness that is clouding him. He never could give me eye contact because the child in him knew of the guilt he felt in his adult body. I provided every document required to state my claim, while he remained empty-handed with not a paycheck stub to be found.



I used to get frustrated with the idea that I had to prove to the courts what type of parent I was. This actually is not the case. You see, when you do all things in love and are living life in your truth, there is no need for proof. A blind man could read between the lines of every word that came out of each of our mouths. I have felt guilty so many years for his circumstances, and feel uneasy as he is a reflection of someone I chose years ago. I tried over and over again thinking that my son would only be complete with all three of us as a unit in the same home. I wanted what I did not in my childhood. So I did everything to make it work. A man on his current level today, I wouldn’t give the time of day! It hurts to see that he is the very man, I don’t want my son to become. I feel for the black man, and all of his struggles. To a point we as black women and mothers are coddling some of them and restricting their growth. Some of us women stand in the way of their karmaic debts and keep them at Groundhog day while we suffer as the accomplice.  I stayed with him for so many years, because I didn’t want to abandon him like his mother. I eventually realized the love he was searching for could not come from me. He was looking for his mother to save him, but at this point he can only save himself.  We are placed on this guilt trip when it comes to our men. We are to protect them and be their peace. But what about the black woman? I fought years in court for his freedom. I think he forgot who was behind all that administrative work. Court dates, paperwork, witnesses, and putting money on his books only to be standing with him in court to fight for whats right for our child. See, the girl years ago used to love this man more than she loved herself. Then she realized that she had to love herself more,  not only for herself  but to be a good mother to their child. I was the woman who stated she only wanted one man for her children, and believed that to be the right way. I no longer believe this is true. As women we sometimes leave the door cracked hoping for the day that he will change, and that day may never come. I closed the door that last time he got close enough to put his hands on me. I pray for his happiness so he can become a better father for our child, and leave me the hell alone. Today, I found clarity outside of my emotions. I was even able to find him entertaining to say the least.  I found it humorous that he appeared with the coat that I bought him. Everything I gave him he still holds onto. I no longer take what he says personally because he is fighting with himself and despises me for my growth. He can no longer curse me with his words because they no longer have value here.  As women we worry about the man moving on and becoming the person he wasn’t for you. Many times they don’t change, they change who they are with. I feel for the next victim because who he chooses is a reflection of who he is today. I pray for her confidence, and ability to see clearly. As any man who is willing to disrespect the mother of his children, will eventually do the same to you.  I pride myself on advocating for my son and I, even against someone I believed was family.  Just a friendly  reminder: It’s not nice to make an enemy of someone who truly knows you, with my level of intelligence. A woman of my caliber is dangerous, and many are aware. People see your power, before you see it yourself. A little hood, but educated, and a heart full of gold. I’m not the type to start a fight, but when it comes to my son and his growth to become a  well-rounded young black man, your asking for war. It is beyond the money.  It requires more than money to support the child, advocating for your childs developmental, physical, and spiritual growth is true child support.

The intuition of Serena, and the power of Oprah…


Today while scrolling on social media, I came across multiple articles about Serena Williams and her trauma during child birth. Williams who appears in the most recent article of vogue, discusses her medical emergency after her C-section to her first born daughter Alexis Olympia. According to the Vogue article, once Williams contractions began, baby Alexis heart rate began to plummet. Due to their concern for the baby, an emergency cesarean section was performed. The next day during recovery, Williams began to fall ill and flagged down a nearby nurse for assistance. She stated to the nurse that she needed an IV with heparin, blood thinners, and a CT scan to check for blood clots. The nurse immediately brushed off Williams request, as she believed the previous medication provided to Williams may have affected her decision making.  A doctor appeared only to provide Williams with an ultrasound, in which it had no evidence of blood clots. Williams aware of her medical history proceeded to repeat her need for a CT scan in which the doctors later found small blood clots in her lungs. William’s intuitive decision for herself, saved her life. She advocated for herself and her needs. Williams is a well known celebrity tennis player, and African American woman. Her experience and platform brought light to a medical crisis that we as African American women are exposed to during childbirth.  African American Women are three to four times likely to die of pregnancy or delivery complications, as opposed to white women. Our fetal loss number and miscarriages are high as well. My concern with this, is the amount of value our community places on the words of the physician. There are two community leaders that we as African Americans are taught not to question. That is the pastor of  your family church, and you family physician. What they say goes! Unfortunately, we as a people are unaware of the collaborative effort it takes in diagnosis and in treatment of disease within our community. We lack self-love to the point of being unaware of our bodies, and leave the power of advocacy in others hands. No one has your best interest for you, except you. We have to learn to be confident enough to know what is or isn’t good for us. Doctors diagnose you off of what they see by comparing to similar cases and the symptoms you tell them. Every case is different and unique just like every birthing story.


In the same week, Oprah provides a compelling speech for women to take back their power. Just recently have women come open about their stories of sexual harassment and abuse with the #metoo movement. These two women are reminding us of the powers within. We as women need to be reminded to tap into our intuition and internal powers when it comes to making decisions in every area of our lives. Our bodies are our temples and it is our job to protect and care for our physical being. When you have established a love for self, you no longer fear telling someone “No”, or making a decision solely for the protection of your being. You are you own advocate! Stand within your power and process intuitively what it is you need or don’t need. It is a new day! Tap into your tuition like Serena, and stand in your power like Oprah! That is just a preview of some of your black girl magic.


vibrational matchYesterday and today was another fight with the old me, and the woman I am becoming. I recently connected with an old “guy” friend, who I looked forward to hanging out with on my next business trip.  I cut him off very briefly after inquiring “what are we?”  around my birthday last year. My intuition had been kicking my ass a few times per usual, but I still refused to trust myself. After a few chats with the spiritual family and some thorough thinking, I decided it would be best for me to not reignite that flame.  You would have thought I would have learned my lesson by now, but at least I am aware. As I have stated in previous post, healing is easy when done alone, but only through socializing will you realize how far you come. It is true, that if you want to see how something ends, pay close attention to how it began. I didn’t realize it but my insecurities were written all over me. Also, being a single mother, boys playing to be men tend to flock towards us. Single mothers never really have the desire to take on the occupation of raising their child primarily alone. I’m sure 99.9% of women would have denied that sign up. However, our desire for family and nurturing traits make us susceptible to attracting man-boys. They identify our immediate desire for family and lack of time for bullshit. So that means many of us are the “all or nothing” type.  Sometimes our judgment becomes clouded because someone is finally just “showing” up.  So what the hell does a restaurant have to do with this? My spiritual family, constantly reminds me of the law of attraction. I think it is amazing that I am on this evolutionary journey, but I get tired of over thinking and being so hard on myself.  They reminded me that life is like a trip to a restaurant.  In that restaurant, I can open this menu of unlimited desires and ask for exactly what my heart wants. Unfortunately, I am still the girl who is asked what would you like and respond with “whatever” or “what do you plan on getting”.  Only to end up pissed off and unsatisfied with what I am served, and refuse to ask for something else.

My dating life has been like a restaurant trip. My first love taught me all the things I wanted and did not want. My marriage was the relationship that shot most of my desire rockets. Even when others treat us wrong, they teach us exactly what it is that we do want. After my marriage and my half ass healing, I went to the restaurant and ordered again and again. I am not a fan of red meat but like to enjoy a good piece of steak every now and then. I ordered steak every time at this restaurant because I had a taste for one. Each time I ordered there would be something wrong to the point I did not want to eat it. First time it was rare, second time medium rare, third time overcooked, and they all were exactly what I ordered. Steak. I never told the universe how I wanted it. There was times when the plate was nicely dressed and the food presentation was desirable. The taste however was not to my liking. Just recently, in my personal life had I finally had the guts to ask the waiter to take back my order. I mean I had all these weird ideas of what would happen or what they would do because I gave them more work. I would spend my hard-earned money and just accept things that were given to me. Not what I ordered or wanted. There is that fear of letting go of the what is given to you. I was told to appreciate whatever is given to you, but what if it’s not what you’ve asked for.  I feared that if I didn’t entertain him, that I would miss out on the possibilities of what he could be. He was good on paper, and good in bed. I can say that truly clouded my judgment, but is fifteen minutes worth a year of growth and development. Temptations got the best of me. I can’t teach women about self-love and be a contradiction to it myself.  So instead of the steak. I decided to say fuck it and go vegan. If I want something different, I have to try something different. Be aware that just because you have evolved doesn’t mean that you will not continuously be tested. He reminded me that me and my intuition still have some work to do. I have yet to learn to instinctively trust myself.  With that information, how can I learn to trust someone else? We can’t ask for others to provide to us the very things we are incapable of providing to ourselves.  My next visit to the resteraunt, I am going to order something that is market priced. Something that I feel I am unworthy of obtaining, In the meantime, my job is to continue working on me. Learning to not except what is served to me unless it’s exactly what I ordered off the menu of life. The great thing about life is that everyday is another opportunity to become your best self, and to make another choice if the original choice isn’t working for you. Excuse me waiter, I need to make another selection.

Right in front of your face…

searching for love

When something goes missing and we are on the frequency of lack, we go overdrive into panic mode.  We do ourselves an injustice because our vision becomes blurred. We are unable to focus and attract the very thing we are looking for or missing. It is when we slow down, control our vibrations and become aware, are we then able to see exactly what we were looking for all along. This is what happened to me. I spent 32 years in panic mode taking action searching  for what was always right in front of my face. Searching for what was always within me.

The hurtful truths of a girl on a self -love journey…



Anticipation is a huge part of the manifestation process. The anticipation factor allows us to use our imagination and create ideal outcomes for any situation. The key component of anticipation is to monitor  your emotions and make sure you imagine the best possible outcome. This is tricky, because if things don’t go as you originally anticipated, it can be discouraging. However, we have to learn to detach ourselves from the outcome and know that whatever the result is… we will be okay. When you anticipate something with a good feeling, you go into the situation with a positive outlook and good energy. On the opposite of this, with previous experience, we tend to find comfort in imaging the worst possible outcome. We don’t realize but creating or imagining a scenario with negative feelings towards it,  sets the tone for the experience. I see a lot of myself within my son, and learn a lot from watching him grow. Yesterday, we made a visit to the hospital because he has been running a fever. Ever since he got the flu shot, his immune system has been compromised. My son, like most children, dislikes visiting the doctors because of their fear of getting a shot. He continuously asked me whether this would be a part of his visit. I told him that he would not have to worry about getting a shot and that we just wanted to confirm he just had a cold. Even with his illness, he had very high energy and was extremely social as usual. The nurses and physicians immediately fell in love with his curiosity and manners. They had won his trust!  The nurse told me they were going to run a few test to check for the flu virus. It has been a while since I worked in the hospital and had no clue of how they ran these new test. She told me that she would have to swab his nose, similar to the strep testing procedure. She briefly explained to my son what she planned to do, and caught him off guard. She stuck the swap up his nose to the point he began to gag and then cry. His trust for her was done.

Fast forward, the next day I went to purchase saline spray for his nose. He has been feeling much better but not completely himself. As soon as we got to the car I opened the packaging to the saline spray. I wanted to help clear his nasal passage, as his nose has been bothering him.  As soon as I brought the bottle to his nose he panicked. He began to cry as he anticipated the pain he endured the other day at the hospital. He anticipated trauma.  As he was crying I couldn’t help but sympathize for him as his reaction was valid. I completely understood him because I have been there many times. Reacting to a situation, creating and anticipating an outcome that I did not want to experience. I saw my son create resistance to a situation that was nothing like the other day. He was ready to avoid something because of his previous experience. Of course, as his mother I was able to calm him down. I showed him what it was like by practicing on myself first. I was able to ease his fear to allow him to anticipate a different outcome. In life we create so much resistance and avoid situations all out of fear and previous traumas.  God, like the nurse, catches us off guard and place us in those very situations we fear and avoided. Only to realize that it wasn’t as bad as we anticipated, and that we will be okay!

I have been anticipating court this upcoming week in regards to custody and my request to relocate. I have created every negative and positive scenario in my head.  I am learning to detach myself from the outcome because in the end, I will be okay. That guy you have been anticipating to speak to, your anticipation of that public speaking event, or anticipation of what tomorrow brings. Remember to imagine and create a scenario with love and positive energy. Just know, that whatever the outcome you will be okay!


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I recall questioning why a woman experiencing domestic abuse would stay. I would watch a film or hear horror stories of women in emotional and physically abusive relationships. I always wondered what they were thinking. I always said that I could never be “HER”. For ten years, I gave pieces of my power away, and created a debilitating cage of fear. I confirmed and made an agreement with myself, with every malicious or loving word that spilled from his lips. He confirmed the very things that I unconsciously felt about myself. I fed onto his promises as opposed to his actions. Until recently, had I broke away from the vicious cycle. I decided that enough was enough, and finally made a decision to do something for myself. I left everything I knew and worked hard for, all to escape to my freedom. Last year, I purchased my first house around the holidays. A huge three bedroom home for just my son and I. This year, I became aware that I was living someone else’s dream. Unconsciously, fulfilling someone else desires of me. I am currently sitting in a one bedroom apartment writing this blog. I rented my home to make a transition and was told by the court and my ex-spouse that I am unable to relocate. That cage of fear door has finally opened, but I haven’t prepared myself to fly out just yet. I have seen the pain of one’s life being in the hands of another from seeing my ex-spouse in criminal court. His fear of his freedom at the fate of bad choices he made and company he kept. He was at the point of suicide weeks prior to his sentencing. The stress of the process took a toll on him and made him aware of his every move. He really believed he was innocent and so do I. At first, I felt like the victim. I did nothing illegal to deserve this treatment, nor have I ever had to answer to anybody about my personal life’s decisions. My son was born in Massachusetts and was raised there until he was one. His father came around enough for me to choose “making my family work” and I uprooted us to Pennsylvania. No one questioned me at the time about my decision, except for loved ones. They saw how hard I worked in healing and making a life for my son and I. They showed a true concern for my relocation to his town of support. I asked God to make my family work, and he did show me exactly that. He gave me what I asked for, but showed me that the family could work, just dysfunctional and not how I would desire. Fast forward, I am under the same stress while raising a five year old son. Originally I had thought to myself that he was trying to control my life, put a hurdle in the way of my goals. However, I came to the understanding that he can only get in the way if I allow him. I created this space in which I allowed his negative energy to block my dating life, professional life, and self-love. Those women I could not understand, I now do. They forget how powerful they are and fear cages them from flying to their freedom. The court system is slow and when someone’s life is on the line it is better to play it safe. Freedom can be an ugly journey, but the only person that will fight for you is you. You have to save yourself. It all begins with the mind and moving beyond all the fears that block you from moving away from all that is holding you down. Including a toxic relationship. It may take a while because your power was diminished piece by piece, but it is possible to regain. Once you have it, you will realize that no one can ever take it unless you give it to them. You will see that the cage door was always open, waiting for you to get the courage up to fly out of your fears. The court may have say over where I’m going physically, especially in regards to my commitment to my son and custody agreement. They however have no power over where my life is going, nor over my dreams. Its unfortunate that my poor choice of company five years ago, lead to a life long commitment. Its embarassing as he is the reminder of the girl I used to be and the very man I don’t want my son to be. He pushed me out of the cage and has forced me to fly on my own and for that I am grateful. He has reminded me of my power, that very light he tried to dim. My freedom came when I changed my mind.

The hurtful truths of a girl on a self love journey…

Second time strangers…


Happy New Year! I swear time is flying by. This weekend, I made a spur of the moment decision to go visit family for the holiday. Such a great decision it was. I was feeling such extreme joy to spend time with such positive energy, my anticipation was overwhelming. This year I have committed to doing all the very things that make me happy, and what better way to kick off the year’s transition with friends and family.  With the New Year only hours a way, the eve produced a challenge that I had no idea I would be confronting. I had a falling out exactly a year ago with a friend of over 15 years, which ended with a lack of understanding or resolution. I though that at this point that I had accepted the fate of the relationship, until I was notified that I would be attending the same event with these second time strangers. The energy I had towards being in the same space after a year was charged negatively to the point I was ready to drive back home, from Massachusetts to Pennsylvania. After being made aware, I was frustrated with the lack of time I had to amour up energetically to not be emotionally attached to the outcome. However, my frustration with the lack of clarification and resolution really did not allow me to ignore the “elephant in the room”.  I spent at least an hour trying to make a decision on how to handle my emotions, and make a decision on what was best for me. I recently realized this with my hundredth time reconnecting with my son’s father, that only through interaction will I see the progress of my healing and forgiveness. Healing in solitude is easy, but only through socialization will you be able to test your progress. With him I still have work to do, but in the case of the second time strangers, the chapter has closed. Within that hour, I created and acted out every possible scene that could have occurred. I planned on drinking during the event and was afraid my openness could transpire into a physical altercation. That was not who I was, but who I have become is a person who believes everyone deserves at least me to remain cordial. I mean Cardi B told everyone, “If you see me and I don’t speak, that means I don’t fuck with you.” but is it ever that serious? After speaking to my son’s godmother and her husband, they unclouded my perspective and really tuned me into making the appropriate decision for myself. Who I was, used to run from conflict. Who I am now stands in her power, and truth by remaining true to who I am. I decided to stay. If I left, I would be giving my power away. I guess it angered me that the length of time we were as friends, that an understanding was never sought out. I guess I could have been the bigger person, but felt the relationship must have never really meant much to any of us. The reality is EGO stood in the way of both parties. I don’t suggest this, but I drowned down three cocktails prior to the reunion. I had to kill the butterflies and expectations. The two second time strangers greeted everyone upon their arrival. The first says “Hi” with eye contact the other “Hi” with the side eye. The worst part was over and it was nearly not as bad as I though it was. The part that shocked me was the disconnect with my son, who they watched come into this world.  We are taught as children in school and by our parents to not speak to strangers. Beware! You don’t know them and they can be potentially harmful.  What about the second time strangers? The people who participated in your evolution, those you have given love and intimacy too. Those who you may have shared your dreams and fears with. These are the second time strangers. Those who once were strangers, then people you knew, and due to unforeseen circumstance, became people you did not know all over again. The night confirmed that we have grown apart, and also confirmed they may have thought they knew the person that I once was, but they were strangers to the woman I have become. In a year, so much has changed for all of us. One thing I was curious about was did she know the rose he gave to her for last Christmas, was my idea. That I reminded him that she deserved to be acknowledged that day. I know she knew because she looked at me that day as if she knew I had something to do with it. I played like I didn’t, but I did. Death has taught me the value of life and relationships. This year I have learned that not all relationships that end need to reconciled. We closed a chapter that day in Disney on Christmas. New Years eve was the confirmation. I appreciate the experience and love I received while the years lasted. There are so many emotions that you experience in your encounter with second time strangers. For me, it was a sense of peace. For death has taught me to do the best you can, and give your all in your relationships. There is not one day that goes by that I don’t let my loved ones know they are loved and appreciated.  So next time you run into your second time stranger, just remind yourself they may have known you, but they have no clue who you have become, and give thanks to them for their participation in your evolution. My first challenge of the New Year was a success, universe bring it on, what’s next?

The hurtful truths of a girl on a self-love journey…