Happy Spring!
I don’t know what the weather looks like where you are but I hope you get a glimpse of some blooming flowers and the sun shines on you just a little brighter.
I had a completely different introductory post that I finalized on Tuesday night and God came through like a wrecking ball yesterday morning and had me rewrite the entire thing.
See, releasing this blog is terrifying for me. I was literally so nauseous while finalizing that post, I thought I was going to throw up. Thank you to my sister friends Bean & Vee who made space for my anxiety while telling me I still had to be obedient. People have been telling me to write curriculum, devotionals, and books for a long time and I always look like a deer stuck in headlights because why on earth would they possibly believe my words could ever matter that much. Truth is, various life’s circumstances led to me choosing to muzzle and mute myself despite one of my favorite people telling me years ago that “your voice means too much to everyone to not use it.” The fear of being seen and the responsibility that comes with others interpreting my words in ways I may not have intended have kept me from sharing so many of gifts however God said no more & now you’re reading my words on Beyonce’s internet.
I decided to launch this on the first day of Spring & at the time of my birth because of the significance of this season and it being what feels like a new year & rebirth. The end of 2024 completely shattered my heart. I took hit after hit after hit after hit from October through December and while January 1st was a really good day for me, I can’t lie and say I wasn’t still reeling from what 2024 had put me through. While I had an idea of what I wanted 2025 to look like, I wasn’t in the position to hit the ground running and would not have been able to maintain any kind of momentum I may have made. And to be honest, a season where things are dead and dormant doesn’t really reflect the hope and expectancy that comes with a new year. So, I spent the last 3 months reflecting not only on 2024 but truthfully my entire life. At 35, based on the ages my ancestors passed, I have probably lived 1/3 of the life I can expect to live and so as I look ahead to the next third, I am not only asking myself hard questions but making the necessary changes in order to live not only the life I’m called to but the one I desire.
Life is for living and if I have to write every post with tears in my eyes or a lump in my throat, that’s what I’m gon’ have to do. Zora Neale Hurston said, “There are years that ask questions and years that answer” and this blog is the fruit of a year where all I did was ask questions. “What was the reason?!” is a question that I LITERALLY ask multiple times a day, EVERY SINGLE DAY. While I surely don’t have any of the answers, in the same way that I create curious and compassionate spaces for clients in my day job as a licensed professional counselor, my desire & prayer is that this blog is a space for you to reflect on and answer questions that assist you in making sense of the unfathomable. Whether you’re in a year that asks questions or answers them, may this space provide, refuge, understanding, hope, and encouragement to keep believing and living in a way that reminds us that ALL things are working together for our highest good!
Now its my turn to obsess over your words on a blog✨
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Absolutely beautiful transparency and vulnerability. Very proud of you. Excited for this journey for you!
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