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  Habakkuk 2:2 says, Write the vision: make it plain so that he may run who reads it.      Write the Vision    I can not count the number of people I hear saying they do not like to write when I tell them journaling is the core of my coaching practice. When I hear those words, they often remind me of Habakkuk 2:2. When setting goals, part of the manifestation process is to take what is in your imagination (vision) and put it on paper (write). Any other way is skipping steps that may hinder bringing forth what you want. As a journal therapist, I teach about the importance of writing and its benefits, such as sharpening memory, providing clarity, strengthening emotional wellbeing, boosting your mood, and improve your overall mental health, to name a few. You can google statistics about writing, and studies will show how important it is to do so. I am a dreamer. Dreams are writers. I have experienced missing out on something I foresaw because I failed to write it down. There w

  As a child, I loved rollercoaster rides. It was the highlight of any vacation with my dad or whomever I went it. They were huge, scary, and got my adrenaline rushing every time. I enjoyed the thrill so much I wanted to take a spin repeatedly. It did not matter if these things had me hanging upside down, entering a dragon’s mouth, taking me underwater, or looped me faster than I can think. I wanted it. Boy, was it fun! Of course, I wouldn’t dare do it alone; I needed company to experience them with me. I wanted them to feel everything I felt; there was no way I needed to be there alone. The scariest ride was not one I experienced on vacation; I was in my hometown. I stood there pondering the outcome if I went there. The longer I thought about it, the deeper I traveled into my thoughts. I no longer had control, I lost myself in it, and at the time, it felt good. I felt empowered going there, although the side effects were dangerous. After I got off the ride and became aware of my surro

  I understand that we have done things a certain way for so long; a different direction scares the life out of us. As cliché as it sounds, there is no way to get a different result doing the same thing. I came to realize this. I judged my life and the circles I was going in. I could pinpoint when I would be up, and the moment I would sink, year after year. Then one year, I decided to break the cycle. I did not care what anyone thought about what I was doing or my investments; I did what I needed to for myself. You will have to get to that point also if you want what you want. I had to make one of two choices, give up or fight. Too often, we choose to give up rather than fight for who we desire to be. During the process, I learned I had to do it solo. There was no tribe initially; I, myself, and my will to want better for my life. Don’t get me wrong, I grew upset when there was no support, but I could not blame anyone for not believing in me if I had no hope in myself. We can only expe

  Are you aware of the chatter? It’s heard loud and clear; secret thoughts are no longer private anymore. Like a car depreciating as it exits the car lot, single mothers are made to feel this way for giving life. I found that women with husbands are belittling us just as much as men are. Do we do anything right? I use to wonder why there was such a great fear behind being a single mother. Some would have rather died than to be marked with those scarlet letters. Many did not make it because bringing them forth was not an option due to the stigma.   Single mothers are targeted and verbally destroyed. And by all means, don’t be a black single mother, double whammy! Black women experience demonization for having children out of wedlock and for being a black woman. It is not enough that our menstrual is considered a curse; let’s take it a step further and apply that to our existence.   Did you hear about the law passed to wear the hair growing from our scalp freely; then we have to listen

Why is my strength determined by how much you put me through? Did you watch your mom break time and time again only to embrace him once again? Was that strength to you? How many times must I cry a river and torpedo inside? I am vital to you because you cheated, and I took you back. I am capable of you because I raised our child in lack. I am stable to you because you deliberately abused me psychologically, and I did not break. You don’t see the damage as I have learned to pretend well. Maybe my ability to act is a strength. When will my strength be measured by my success and not my pain? You don’t understand how many times I wanted to take the easy way out. How many times I stood over you as you slept, wanting to put your lights out. How many times I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t say goodbye. That does not mean I am strong; it is a weakness. But your mother did it, you say. When will you admit you despise her? She distorted your view of all women; you have convinced yourself otherw

  What does it mean to practice something? According to Webster, it means to perform repeatedly. Therefore, any activity, skill, or exercise we regularly do we are practicing, and practice makes perfect. We are rehearsing, and the more we hearse it becomes automatic. Imagine being a part of a dance team; daily, you are rehearsing your routine until the big day. Your feet hit the floor, and you are killing it. You embodied every move, and the song played in your head on repeat. You did so well you shocked yourself. I know it feels good, right? Did you know we can rehearse self-sabotage too? I think we tend to miss that there is no disclaimer. Webster did not say “only when you practice positive things.” The Bible didn’t tell you we manifest what we ask or think, only if it is positive. So, what do you think is happening to the negative energy you give off through your words, thoughts, and actions? Playing past failures over and over is called rehearsing, so in doing so, you have perfe