Lately, I’ve been in deep bouts of reflection, asking myself if my path is correct. Or the people around me pulling and pushing me in their perceived directions of my true pathway.
Many people around me are holding me back from positive progression, kicking me into a corner and stomping on my creative energy.
Be gone, Unique!
Stay down and quit trying to become a better person.
The people I have trusted to stand beside me and support me as I do them! They’re stabbing me through my heart, adding boulders to my backpack, then smiling and saying, ‘I’ll be back!’ Then I absorb the negative shit and eat more and dwell on my failure to accomplish certain goals. But the thing is, my mind will rot with the negative information I have received, and it’ll fester for several days – at the end of that period, I’ve gained the weight I lost and effectively put myself back at square one.
Through therapy, I realised that I needed to step up and step forward. I’m a woman, a strong woman, a strong black woman, and my life is but once. I will never live again after death, and the time is now.
July was a month of mind cleansing and thought structure. Confidence reprogramming, conversation blocking, a three-minute rejection for being over-qualified, and a metaphorical slap serve as a stern reminder that I have a precious project going on at this point in my life.
I feel like I’ve been given another chance to bloom and root deeply into my purpose in this world.
Live a healthy life,