Today

For the forth time within seven days, I opened my Google search engine and typed, “Apartments for rent near Chesapeake.”  For the next 35 minutes I immersed myself in washer and dryer hook-ups, carpet vs. hardwood, whether or not the kitchen had a pantry, square footage, and walk-in closets.  I had, once again, began obsessing…

Open, Closed, and Locked Doors

“I’ll never let them get that close to hurt me again.”  I uttered such words in moments where I pieced the broken fragments of my heart back together.  I spoke in absolutes.  No one in their correct mind would allow themselves to be vulnerable to the same force that crushed them once before.  I vowed…

A Peace of 30: The Turning Point

With every step closer to 30, I felt different.  I knew I had been undergoing transformations, but this felt like more than self-discovery, and it wasn’t like some of the transitions from before.  It was like the quiet whisper of wind right after the storm.  It felt like the slowing of the Merry-Go-Round…just enough exhilaration…

Journey to 30: Fret Not

“Turning 30 changes your life,” they said.  “A major shift happens when you turn 30,” I was told.  “You really start to figure out who you are when you turn 30,” I heard.  And it has all been true. Last week, with my blog “Journey to 30: Who Am I?,” I shared one of my…

Because I Said So

I am going to just go ahead a lay all of my cards on the table, be real with you, “Keep it 100 (pronounced one hunnnet),” as the young people say.  “These are my confessions…” (lol) I didn’t feel like blogging today. Let us begin. | Because I Said So | There is probably one…

The Right Fit: Where do I Belong?

Unintentionally, I guess I have started a two-part series as today’s post will piggyback off last week’s post The Wrong Fit.  If you haven’t read last week’s post, you may want to start there. | The Right Fit: Where do I belong? | I am going to speak from the current state of my heart…

The Wrong Fit

“Ms. Rouson, this cartridge won’t click into place.”  I gazed up at my coworker with a look of confusion.  In her hand, she held the staple holder from the copy machine with the cartridge inserted backwards.  I couldn’t figure out how she could mix up how to properly insert the cartridge as number one, I…

Chosen

Today I am going to allow you into a very private space with very fragile thoughts.  Today I am sharing my heart with you.  Please be gentle. | Chosen | Growing up, I had my wrestles with low self-esteem.  It seemed like in every way imaginable, I was different.  As I grew from adolescence into…

Do it and See What Happens

“This is the year to just ‘Do it and see what happens,’” my best friend, JoJo, declared.  Simply put, he was telling me and every other listening ear that this is the season to throw all caution to the win and try.  I heard him, and I listened.  (Those actions are completely different.)  In that…

Broken Pieces

“You’re a survivor! Look at the hand life dealt you, and look at what you’re doing with it. You’re still in the game, girl! Things may be hard, but you’re making it on broken pieces.” I boldly declared that to my mirror’s reflection as mascara-stained tears streamed down my cheeks and rolled down to my…