The Never-Ending Story
The Circle of life began with a story
Have you ever known of a leading light that could touch more than just one demographic such as African Americans, Latin Americans, the growing boxing community, women who want to be heard, inner city communities, other aspiring entrepreneurs, students with identified disabilities, and even high school athletes? Let me set the stage before I give thanks to a man who played such an impelling role in my early recovery and continues to “until this day”, as the former heavyweight champion, Deontay Wilder would say.
There are so many women who inspire. In a country where we were able to have an eight year journey with the most inspiring First Lady in the likes of Lady Michelle Obama, from the forerunners of social justice to the pillars of empowerment movements, we have it all. In my mind's eye recently I have observe one of the most strongest women, these past months, Vanessa Everett. January 24, 202 will forever be the crossroad for one of the moving moments of my life, my Bishop transitioned. As we, the congregation, extended family members, churches and clergy alliances across the country began to mourn, Lady Vanessa, inhaled and took her place immediately as I can recall, serving others as they began to hear the news of the passing of Bishop James Everett, II.
“I just want to be great, someone worth remembering” Destiny Karizma. I used to believe that I was nothing. A small blip in a giant world searching for something, anything. I just wanted to matter.
If you’re drowning in the river of life and lacking direction — join the club. I was there for 11 years. I had no goals, I was chasing my tail like a dog.
Before I had been in a serious long-term relationship, I thought being in one automatically made you happy. I believed that having a partner meant you'd be perfectly content with life, and that everything would be fine. And don't get me wrong, I've never been a Cinderella or Snow White. I've always had my own ambitions and lots of goals I want to achieve - other than falling in love. But whenever I saw people in relationships be sad and unhappy, I was confused as to how they could feel that low when they had a special someone. I don't know why specifically I had this mindset. I guess I either thought the person's support would make you so strong that you could easily handle anything that would come up, or that the love you had for them would overshadow any bad things in your life.
I always admire people who make mood boards, so I decided to make one myself. It got slightly awkward when I couldn't quite group and put my finger on all of my goals. I decided to add a car to my mood board. I started searching the few car brands that knew and quickly came to a strange conclusion. I had no emotional attachment to the car. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind having one. But it was not something I had been dreaming of. I guess it was just something I thought that would make sense if I wanted it.