In my young adult years, I had a hard time being seen for who I was.
I was always identified by where I grew up, whose sister I was or who I hung out with. Although I loved those aspects of myself, I was more.
As years went on, I had to make choices for my happiness. Choices often opposite of what I thought was expected of me. That meant becoming vulnerable to change and criticism.
That shift came with a yearning to experience more of what life had to offer. I began to look outside the walls put in place by others and myself to live a life God wanted me to live.
I began to capture these experiences in my writing. This became a way for me to purge, process and heal.
This blog is that journey and it continues. A journey full of love, tears, pride and lots of laughs.
Thanks for joining me.
Discovering Denmark Vesey
Three people confirmed we were going in the right direction. Soon the bronze monument dedicated to the slave revolt leader was revealed.
Maybe Not As Easy As I Thought
On March 24, my brain began to create a plan of transition and I wrote down all pros and cons for me to look at and consider. While absorbing the lists, a signal was sent to my brain to create a timeline. That plan also included the possibility of my husband and I living separately for six months.
It’s A New Season
When I looked at myself, I was unrecognizable and that unsettled me. I was going to call the stylist and have my hair cut shorter, but I waited. Twenty-four hours and many YouTube videos later, I fell in love with my hair and received compliments beyond what I had expected.