Skip to main content

Rejected and Redirected

I’ve decided to come back to the world of blogging. I wrestled with it but I felt God leading me to build something of my own. I wasted so much valuable time trying to be accepted in other writing circles that weren’t super inviting or receiving of what I brought to the table, that I almost forgot that there is a need for my brand of creativity. Sometimes, what we want and even who we want to see us or accept us, doesn’t deserve us. I’ve had the opportunity to have some experiences with different platforms where I was able to write, but not necessarily have the freedom to write about the things I want to write about. Whenever I shared my ideas with some of these platforms, I received a number of “thanks but no thanks” responses, and was completely ignored. Silly me, thinking I’d be received with open arms. This is a good thing though. Anyways, I’m taking what I have and building. It’s some great, thought-provoking, inspiring, and encouraging stuff and I’m going to make some waves. I’ve decided to do my own thing and create my own opportunities. Rejection can sting, but I’m learning the benefits of how it can serve as a catalyst for redirection, and I’m diving in. Making Waves was originally going to be a collection of short stories but I’ve decided to go another route. I’ll still share those stories and more, but in a different and better way. Stay tuned. The tides will be rising… feels so good to be back. 

Popular posts from this blog

Dear Young Black Professionals

As you embark on your career, I want you to know some things and stay woke about what you’ll be up against. Please understand that no matter what, you have value, and you matter. Always remember that. As progressive as this world and different workplaces may seem, every workplace has a culture. You’ll be in different places where a lot of people who don’t look like you will be in the room. But know that you belong in those rooms too. Spend some time observing and studying those spaces and learn as much as you can. There will be people you work with who will make presumptions about your competence, education, and ability to fulfill your job duties. There will be more who will think less of you because of the color of your skin and try to disqualify you the moment you make an error, mistake, or ask questions about things you may not understand. This will all feel uncomfortable and you may get insecure, feel like you’re all by yourself, and think you don’t belong there, but ride it out...

The Day I Became A Kidney Donor

About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...

The Day I Became A Homeowner

One Sunday evening as I was lying in bed, my phone rang. I saw my realtor’s number across the screen, then I sat up and immediately answered. “Guess what?” she said. “What?” I replied while smiling. “They accepted your offer.” I tried to stay calm, but it was hard to contain my excitement. A long-time goal that I’d been working on and praying about was finally coming true. I was officially becoming a homeowner! This was a goal I started working on last year but when the pandemic hit, I was nervous about moving forward. So I put things on pause… until some of my confidants asked me why I wasn’t moving forward anymore. I came up with a handful of excuses: the pandemic, the timing, and more praying and fasting (which was honestly me procrastinating from a place of fear – God had already given me His approval). I even started having dreams that I was already in a new home. The more I stalled, the more I felt something on the inside of me saying,  it’s time.  And as I proceeded, I ...