Finding Worth in the Middle of the Earth: 8.13.17

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 

Cry Out: Flowers

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 Worth in the Middle of the Earth-07.30.2017

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….

Finding Worth in the Middle of the Earth: 7.16.2017

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…..

Finding Worth in the Middle of the Earth- 7.9.2017

Finally!! A weekend not filled with emergencies and headaches but Monday is tomorrow.  So of course that means another day of hard-work and surprises. Let’s just hope I can manage. I’ve been searching a lot lately, searching for the thing that brings me joy and how I can share that with the world, how I can utilize it position myself for growth. It doesn’t have to be money or the perfect job but something. I mean others look at my life and think I have a pretty good handle on things and I mean I do. I’m in a great relationship and I have great friends and some family support. But what’s missing? The days never seemed this short before. I never seemed this short before, temper rises and then settles at the drop of a dime. Clarity. Something to bring blue skies to this cloudy day. The clouds drop and settles on the ground like fog and I’m missing….