The Fake-it-until-you-make-it mentality is now officially obsolete! While it was used by many to overcome what were thought to be dire circumstances, it was never meant to be a default survival mechanism for the rest of your life. Fake-it-until-you-makeit will land just about anyone in a misrepresentation of their truth, misappropriating their wisdom, and/or crossing…
Category: Detach
Allowing the journey of your soul to be most relevant
Once you understand that joy is more than a moment, it becomes easy to see that what is most important in life is the journey of your soul, not your brain. Life is not to be led step-by-step. So, there are no rungs on any ladder that you were authentically designed to climb. Ladders didn’t…
More than surviving the dream
Do not try to survive that which is, at best, a path to your own cultural undoing. This is what I so want to say to all people of difference who come to this land chasing a dream. Do not come to this place and try to survive it. It is already lost, a zombie…
Black joy
The warriors of any struggle, themselves, are never afforded the opportunity to breathe. Their breath, always tethered to the fight, is constrained, burdened, and belabored. This is truth for Black women. Hearts coopted by humanity on the frontlines, fighting for others to have a chance. The liberation granted to them upon their first breath slips…
The joy of partnership
When I was co-running a start-up organization, I would be asked by another community leader how many paid employees we had. It never felt right to answer that question but I could not name why at the time. Once, I was able to mutter out a simple “We don’t have employees, we have partners” but…
A more joyful evolution
People are trying to fight their way through intergenerational trauma. It can be done but it is the long route home. The more productive route is to overwrite the dramas and the traumas with intergenerational joy. In other words, let the wisdom of our parents and ancestors, whatever they may be and even if only…
Artist, I Am
An author, I am not. In school, I was called into a professor’s office with a rather serious tone by a man whom I had taken an incredibly soul-draining class with and whose heart knew nothing about my own. I sat down, not knowing where the conversation was going to go. I knew it was…