Change is one of the most difficult things we go through as people and especially as women. The funny thing about change is it's inevitable. No matter who you are or what stage of your life you're in, it's just that— a stage, and it's bound to change.
There’s so much noise everywhere in our lives. Sometimes, it amounts to just too much stress. The news regularly reports murder, rape, robbery and crime. We work 80 plus hours, some even more. We deal with family, friendship, and relationship issues. We try to keep up with social media and our finances, all while trying to remain sane on a daily basis.
It happened to me, it happens to everyone. Sometimes we’re too scared to quit something that we started with lots of love and passion…but it is necessary. As cliché as it might sound, if it doesn’t make you happy, QUIT!
Recently, I read an article on Vice about the power of empathy and empathetic individuals. The article outlined different personalities and examined how empathetic people feel the emotions of others. It detailed how easily some people can be influenced by different energies and carry the “weight” of others on their shoulders.
The love from women on social media is prevalent, beautiful and even overwhelming at times. So imagine how shocked I am whenever I am slapped in the face by the reality that some women are nicer on social media than they are in person.
Have you ever been the only (blank) in the room? The only black person? The only gay person? The only atheist? The token. Being the token carries a sort of pressure that I don't think people ever really talk about.
Over several decades, we have seen how America has a long and continuous history of racial profiling and police brutality. I recently finished reading the outstanding and critically-acclaimed novel by Angie Stone, the Hate you give. The novel centers a young black girl named Starr who lives in a poor neighborhood while attends a predominantly white school where she tries not to be the stereotypical black girl.
When I was a young girl, you could always find me somewhere with a box of Crayola crayons, a stack of blank print paper, and a coloring book. I would always let my imagination run as far as it possibly could when it came to creating the perfect masterpiece to my liking. I would draw things like castles, oceans, houses, flowers, blocked letters and more, in various colors. When you are a kid, you are allowed to let your imagination take over; there are no limits when it comes to setting goals or dreaming a dream.
Have you ever felt like you’ve just been going through the motions of life? With anything you do, even something you really love, it feels like there’s just no passion, no desire or spark for it anymore?
I am a young mother who didn’t get married or have a career first. I am a young mother raising a daughter in a world, trying to finish school to start my career, dealing with relationships and just trying to become a better me.I got an email a few days ago from a young lady name Naomi. She asked me how do I cope with being a young mom in the world of today and how do I cope with my baby daddy? Has he ever cheated on me and what did I do if he did? And what advice do I have for new young mothers?
Life can be hectic, regardless of what season you are in. It doesn’t matter if you’re a college student, young professional, business owner, stay-at-home mom, artist or corporate senior leader, we all have our fair share of overwhelming moments. Still, despite the busyness in our lives, we must make ourselves a priority. And, we can only do that by taking care of ourselves. Here are 5 simple and practical things you can do to remind yourself to put yourself first.
Some of us get up every morning and the first thing we think about are our setbacks, failures, and insecurities. We don’t even realize that God has granted us another day. Sometimes we spend our time envying others and complaining about the things that we don't have, rather than focusing our attention on our blessings. The next time you feel like you want to dwell on negative things, think about these questions:
Once again, the year is coming to an end and you find yourself single once more. You're in the same spot where you found yourself in the beginning of the year. Somewhere in between you met someone. There was hope. There was something brewing. You thought that perhaps, he could be the one you brought home to your mother.
Recently, Gabby Douglas has been under backlash for failing to put her hand against her chest during the national anthem. The same people that have been giving her a hard time about not putting her hand over her chest are the same people that are overly bothered about her edges.
The feeling of hopelessness surrounds us when we see a new post on social media of yet another innocent child that has been snatched from her home. We ask ourselves, besides tweeting and reposting, what are we to do?Social media seems to be the only place we can see and talk about this issue. With every post we make, there seems to be another missing girl following right behind the other, not giving us enough time toget the word out for the one before.
There’s a homeless man and his dog near my neighborhood that actively seeks change every day at the same street near our neighborhood grocery store. Each day, he’s there. Rain or shine, he’s posted up against a tree with a big smile on his face, his eyes twinkling as if the windows of his soul provide them with its own unique shine.
I’m going to start my last year of college this fall and it’s probably the most exciting, yet most nerve-wracking thing to wrap my mind around. The past four years has probably been one of the most eye opening, challenging, and craziest. I’ve grown so much as a person and learned a lot about my strengths and weaknesses. I’m still continuing to grow every day.
After I missed my flight I realized I had two options: either I take the necessary steps within the next 24 hours to still make the trip or I give up and mourn over my irresponsibility. I chose the former and here are 5 things I learned from the headache of losing my passport.