I did it. Two videos down for the month of January. I’m really proud of myself for keeping my word. If you haven’t seen my first video for this blog, see it here. Now, onto the other video I was working on.
One of my childhood friends recently moved back to Atlanta temporarily. She’s one of those genuine friends that really isn’t easy to come by these days. And one of the few people that I can truly say has been true to herself through all of her years. We got to chatting about the ups and downs of entrepreneurship, when an idea sparked to start something called The Pay Black Movement.
I waited until the week before Christmas to book my trip to LA. I wouldn’t recommend that to anyone, but I’m glad I booked it. What better way to end the year than in sunny Los Angeles!
On a whim, I decided to drive to Nashville. From Atlanta, it’s only a three and a half hour commute. We took the scenic route through Chattanooga and it was a sight to see. I’ve always wanted to visit Nashville and it was worth the trip.
This statement couldn’t be a further exaggeration of the truth. Well, let me clarify. I’m neither player nor extreme blogger.
As the clock struck twelve one month ago, I got on my knees and recited a prayer of gratitude to my God. At first, I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I owed Him a deep and reflective conversation. Over and over again, I emphatically whispered thank you until I felt like He heard me. I slowly opened my eyes and realized, I really just turned 30 years old. I was alive. As tears formed in the corner of my eyes, I got into bed and drifted to sleep.
You know that feeling you get when you leave the hair salon with freshly styled hair. Your self-esteem is on fleek! There’s not a cloud in the sky, birds seem to be singing a melodic song, people are laughing and carrying along. You look good and no one can steal your joy.
I took these shots in December, thinking I was going to write something about restarting for the New Year. That’s not really what I want to write about at all. I want to talk about winning.
I haven’t even been outside yet and I know it feels like doom. That’s what Winter is: sadness, the end, hibernation. I mean, if you want to look at it on the bright side, it’s a time for preparation and renewal as well. But today, it’s miserably overcast. A crisp and dreary and day calls for layers. Lots of them.
I completely forgot about these photos my dear friend Channing (of Channing in the City) sent to me from my visit to New York early this year. Yes, 8 short months ago. This year has flown by so quickly! I’m ready for it to be over but ill prepared. And one of those things I’m not prepared for is Winter.