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November 2015

Season of Forgiveness

F is for Fall, food, family…and forgiveness.

The holiday season brings about exceptional feelings of  happiness, love, joy and peace.

Or at least they should.


You being “thankful”. lol.

Before the holiday season really starts and you go around saying how “thankful” (see picture to the right. lol) you are, I would like to encourage everyone to forgive.



verb: forgive; 3rd person present: forgives; past tense: forgave; gerund or present participle: forgiving; past participle: forgiven
  1. stop feeling angry or resentful toward (someone) for an offense, flaw, or mistake.
  2. cancel (a debt).
  3. used in polite expressions as a request to excuse or regard indulgently one’s foibles, ignorance, or impoliteness.

To some, it is easy to immediately forgive someone for a wrongdoing, but others tend to hold grudges. I am one of those people who can hold a grudge, think it through for a few days, then go and forgive. Holding onto situations and/or things that are said is never healthy. Trust me. Just trust me.

How purely happy and thankful can you be when you are harboring something? I don’t think that you can reach your peak of happiness until you do this one thing.

You don’t always have to go to the person/people and tell them that you forgive them, but you can make a declaration with yourself, actually mean it and hold to it.

And if it is hard to do then just read this bible verse to help encourage you:

Matthew 6:14-15

14 For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, 15 but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

superthumbIf you’re trying to make into those pearly gates remember, Jesus is ALWAYS watching. lol.

Aside from others, I believe the hardest person to forgive is ourselves.

We can go on for days, weeks, months and even years thinking that we don’t deserve something because of a certain situation. STOP! Stop thinking that because every single person on this Earth deserves forgiveness.

Forgiveness is ALWAYS for yourself and rarely appreciated/accepted by the other person.

“Un-forgiveness unchecked becomes a cancer in our soul.”– Bishop T.D. Jakes

T.D. Jakes spoke on this subject during one of Oprah’s Lifeclass sessions (Forgiveness lifeclass) and he really explained it perfectly. Going around and not forgiving will affect every other area of your life.

So, today I encourage you to forgive and love freely. Do it so that you can stop being angry or resentful, so you can enjoy you life to the fullest and so that you can have pure peace, joy and happiness.

Have a wonderful thanksgiving holiday from me to you!


*Remember to always Trust the Process.


Beginning of my naturalista journey…

So, let’s get right into it!

I got my last hair relaxer (creamy crack) back in June of 2011! A whole four years ago! These pictures below are a result of that perm. I had a pretty good length of hair for most of my life and i’d like to say that I took care of it pretty well. During the year prior to my last relaxer I started to get them less often. This happened because I simply got tired of getting burned every 4-6 weeks, but my edges and roots needed to be laidddd hunny! Eventually I started getting them every 8 weeks….then I stopped.

The pictures below are about a month after my last relaxer and I was still kicking! Don’t mind the super extra pictures of my trying to show off my first tattoo. Chile I thought I was a hot tamale….

I hadn’t cut any of my hair yet so I was very happy! After the summer session (I was staying on campus during that time) I got twists for the beginning of the fall (2011) term. Now, I thought that I was getting twist dreads, but we won’t get into that right now. My hair visions rarely ever come out the way I want *le sigh*.

I ended up loving them though! The real process came when I had to take them down and deal with my new hair texture. Anyone who transitioned KNOWS allllll about the tension between natural and permed hair. I wasn’t hip to YouTube yet so I was just doing stuff and ruining my curl pattern. I straightened my hair ALL of the time because I didn’t know what to do!

I stayed with a hat on (Which I can no longer wear :(), but I also started to have major damage on my ends. I was happy because I still had my length so I didn’t care about much else. Just terrible. I was just winging it!

The tension started to get so bad. lol. I learned enough from YouTube to know how to do a flat twist, but that was about it. Then I learned a little more and did my first bantu knot-out. I looked like a wet and greasy mess. I mean….those curls are a definite no.

CLEARLY i’m a daredevil and I decided to go for it again. This time I had my person hairdresser (my sister who convinced me to go natural with her) to help me out. She twisted those knots so tight up on my head that I literally could not sleep that night. They did NOT come out like the girls on YouTube so I felt defeated. Needless to  say, I haven’t done bantu knots again to this date. lol.

Things had gotten rough, the tension was bad (I was literally half perm and half natural) and I barely got through washes now.

Than this happened….


This was my breaking point. I have always listened to my sister (hence how I went natural) so when she said I had enough hair to go natural I believed her. Now lets remember that I have always had inchessss so any cute more than a trim was big. I was about to do my big chop by my sister who was NOT a professional. So many bad choices in one sentence.

Look at me trying to convince myself that it was okay. lol. THE DISDAIN!! The third frame screams “what. have. I. done.” so loudly. This was the first time that my hair didn’t touch my shoulders and I didn’t know what to do. So I did what I knew how to do and I straightened it. smh.

This was November of 2012 because I first had my hair short during thanksgiving time. I loved the short hair so much. I’d actually like to go back one day. You see me drakeing in that third frame before Drake was even a thing! I loved those “looking lost” selfies. smh.

Then January 2013 came around and I finally got the courage to wear my hair in it’s natural state for the first time! I was afraid because it was new and I didn’t know how people would take it (most people were NOT for it), but I did it! Had some bad times, but I took the bad right along with the good.

Eventually my hair began to flourish and grow and let me great! I was around here doing length checks every time I got a chance!

This was at the end of 2013! I made it a whole 2 years out from a relaxer and I didn’t look like booboo the fool!

In December of 2013 I decided to color my hair! I was already ready for change!

It was an auburn/red-ish color and I loved it!


Well, this was a synopsis of my first three years of transitioning/going natural. It was filled with negativity, but turned out to be the best thing that I have ever done! I love my hair so much! Hopefully this helped someone who is going through the process or thinking of going natural. It gets better each and everyday!

#teamnatural #naturalista #kinkz #curlz #frolove



*always remember to Trust the Process!

Talent Tuesday: Cee’z the A&R!

I am very excited to start this section of my blog!

I’m not sure about others, but I LOVE to brag about my family and friends when they make big or small moves! I am connected to some outrageously talented people and I intend on sharing them with the world (or whoever reads. lol)!!

It may not be every week, but I do plan on taking at least one Tuesday out of each month to basically #fangirl over my people!


Today I would like to shout out my cousin Ciara or better known as Cee’z The A&R! I was honored to see her graduate from Full Sail University this past June receiving her Bachelor of Science in Entertainment Business. That was only the beginning to her journey into the music business because she has been making moves ever since. Recently, as one of her new en devours, she has started up her own podcast called Free Nugget Friday. 


These podcasts are focused on different topics every week, but they all feature music that relates to the topic or new tracks that you should listen to. She gives such inspirational and thought provoking excerpts throughout the show that will keep you going and thinking until the next Friday!

If nothing else keeps you coming back to listen every Friday, her daughter saying “Wake up it’s Friday”, in her sweet little voice, at the beginning of every cast will do the trick! It is definitely something worth taking the time out to listen to so that you can end your week on a good note.

I am so proud to call her my family!

LISTEN HERE to find some of her past podcasts. There is a new one up every Friday at 8:30 a.m.!

Follow her on social media to stay connected:

Snapchat – ceeztheanr

Twitter- @ceeztheanr

“These nuggets are free…” -Cee’z the A&R




*Always remember to Trust the Process.

I’m going to marry a white man…

Is what two of my friends have told me. Makes me wonder if they are truly my friends….

Here’s why:

*disclaimer: I am in no way saying that anything is wrong with white men. I have no problem with interracial couples. This is not a negative post.*

– I am not anti-white, but I am very much so all the way without a doubt pro-black.

– What do they have against the black man? If they really knew him and his strength, mentally and physically, and how incredibly amazing they were they would know that the comment is not going to be true to a black woman like myself.

– Are they simply trying to keep ALLLLLLLL of the black men for themselves? Simply being proactive and trying to set my mind up with he notion that I’ll marry a white man so that I won’t be mad that they snatched up all the black men?

– My uncles are black, my grandfathers are black, my male cousins are black and I have friends that are black males. They are the examples that I have had all of my life of men. Why wouldn’t I want someone exactly like them?!

– I know there has always been a negative stigma attached to them to bash them, but the black man is the epitome of a man….at least to me he is.

– Lastly, there was something special put into the black man when God made him! It’s almost inexplicable, yet amazing and I love them for it!

They come in all different shades of chocolate with different backgrounds and different talents which makes them even more diverse and attractive! I just think that they don’t get enough credit on how incredibly amazing they are. Some of them can live that trife life (that’s in all races), but I don’t think is a good enough reason to discredit all of them. There are too many good ones out there to do that.

I wonder if they have ever seen a real and amazing black father. Contrary to popular belief and many stereotypes, there are A LOT of them. I have been privileged enough to have experienced many different versions of the black father. They may be strict, lenient (rarely), protective, giving, etc., but I have noticed that they all share the same over abundance of LOVE. Being that I am a female, that was really important to see.

Also, I wonder if they have seen a black man love his wife? For my entire life I have watched my model couple live out love. That couple is my Aunt Cha and Uncle Wayne. During my 22 1/2 years of living I have heard my uncle call his wife a queen and I have seen him treat her as such. He caters to her, but is still masculine enough for us to know that he is the man of the family. My mothers husband loves in a similar way.

I know that you can’t help who you love, but my examples for a husband have been building since I was born. It would be hard to go against the idea of a husband that I have in my head.

At the end of the day I don’t care what they say, God made a black man just for me. He is somewhere out there being great and living right so that we can build a beautiful family together! lol. Hey! I’m #teamblacklove. Always have been. Always will be.

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*Always remember to Trust the process.

New or Old me: change is inevitable.

*If you haven’t, please go and read my previous post (Is the new version REALLY better than the old?) to get caught up on the tea*

The word for me on the night of November 4th, 2015 was ANNOYED.

I will start by saying this, I have found, in my short 22 1/2 years of living, that 97.99% of people DO NOT like change. As much as people were screaming “change” right along with Barack wayyyyy back in 2008, they didn’t really mean it. People can say that change is good and all that jazz, but who really believes that change is good?

I can honestly say that I am one of those people. I may not dive into change head first on some things, but going against that grain can produce some beautiful things.

So, why was I annoyed that night you ask? It was because change makes some people so afraid and so uncomfortable that it doesn’t allow others to grow, blossom and conform to the best version of themselves.

I had a conversation with my mother last night about the comment/demand that was made about my FAKE FAKE FAKEEEEEE septum piercing. She asked what was said (from that one person who demanded that i take it out) and I repeated the conversation ending with a “but i’m not taking it out” with my Tamar face. She went in on her usual spill about it coming from a place of love and how obedience can bring about things that you never knew. I just sat and took it all.

When I kept explaining that it didn’t make ANY sense as to why people didn’t like it because it doesn’t have a bad connotation and it’s not giving me or anyone else health problems, I felt myself getting annoyed. Her response kept being about how it was out of love, but that wasn’t a real enough answer for me. I asked for a real explanation as to why something that isn’t even an inch long, isn’t even real, isn’t hurting anybody else (directly), such a bother?

Her response:

“Well I figured that you would only wear it for  a few weeks or so, but…….”*looking at it disgustingly as to point out that it’s still there while letting her sentence fade*

she continues, “It just changes your whole image.”

I reply, “So it makes me ugly?”

“No, I never said that!”

Of course I knew that my mother wasn’t calling me ugly, but it was kind of hard to decipher what she was really trying to get to because she didn’t think that it made me anymore beautiful, yet I wasn’t ugly. I finally went on a rant on how everyone was blowing this whole subject out of proportion and ever so dramatically snatched the ring out of my nose (it’s fake so imagine the drama I put into snatching it out) while explaining how annoyed I was. She seemed satisfied.

Honestly, I just think that people don’t like change because they are not comfortable with something new. Whether it be temporary or permanent. I changed my hair awhile back and you would have thought that I changed my whole gender with the looks and comments that I got, and still get.

I have and always will say that I am very open to opinions as long as the negative ones come with a solution tagged right behind it. Telling me “you need to” and “no, do this” doesn’t go over well with me, I am more of a “Well maybe you can try” or “I feel like this might be better” type of person. Guess I have to live with others having a different mindset.

At the end of the day, change is inevitable. Change and growth are one in the same in most ways. Every single person on this Earth goes through a change/growth whether you make the choice to or not. You have to go from infant to adult, elementary to middle to high school, dependent to independent, job to career, etc. I just wish that people were more accepting to change that is also a choice. From a minor choice like a fake septum ring to a major choice like a move across the country away from a comfort zone.

So I encourage you today to be more open to change. It’s good, healthy and, in most cases, needed.


*Trust the process

P.S. I write this post as my septum piercing sits right under my nose. Not to be “disobedient”, but to be comfortable in my change.



Self-Love: Intro



– regard for one’s own well-being and happiness (chiefly considered as a desirable rather than narcissistic characteristic).

I’m about to tell my truth. Ready for this ride?

Where do I begin? I’m not entirely sure, actually.

Maybe I’ll start from the Spring of 2014 when I FINALLY passed a class that just seemed to keep on holding me back so that I couldn’t move forward to do what I needed to. Or maybe we can start in the Summer of 2014 when I felt like all of my ducks were FINALLY lining up in a row. I was also starting to get to know myself for myself. Or we could even start at the beginning of Fall 2014 when I FINALLY started getting really serious with my walk in God and really trusting and believing in him. I figured out there was no way I could succeed without submission.

I thought I was really starting to get to know me and knowing what my wants and needs were. I was wrong. We can start in late Fall 2014…..when I FINALLY started to lose me and all that I THOUGHT I had accumulated about myself.

Everything in my life was going so well. I was focusing on me, my relationship with God and my purpose, everyone in my family was getting married. There was just a lot of love and good vibes. Then my test came…..

My test came in the form of a familiar face, something I had already been comfortable with, something I thought I knew already. Now, I consider myself a pretty strong-willed person who stands in her word no matter what, but my test came and tested that. My test came in and completely ruled out that notion. I thought I had an 1 up on my test. It couldn’t break me down, not EYP! Tuh! Boy was I wrong.

My test came late November/early December then got kicked to the curb late April, but lingered until mid-September when I was depleted of all of me. Literally I couldn’t look in the mirror and tell you that the Erin staring back was the same strong and motivated person from the September of the previous year. I lost my connection with God and I was being reminded of that fact very often.

So, My Test showed me that I didn’t really have the self-love and respect that I thought I had. I thought that I had grown because I related to inspirational quotes and posts. But reading quotes from Alex Elle couldn’t help me be me, they could only help solidify the me I had already found and loved. They could only be used for confirmation purposes. Any who, January 2015 came and I designated it to be the best year I had to date. Turned out to nearly be my worst.

I’m always reluctant to get into a romantic relationship for fear that it will fail and essentially time would be wasted for the both of us when we really could have been chillin’ and connecting with our husbands/wives that God really has for us. I am the type of person who will spend months (plural) talking to you and developing a friendship before I commit to being exclusive to a person. My Test wasn’t that way. Clearly. And don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a bash session, this is just my truth and My Test isn’t the only one to blame here. I’m more than willing to own up for my part. My part was letting go of My Test in that first month of the new year when I got my “something about this ain’t right” inkling. But I didn’t, because I trusted My Test. What I didn’t realize right then was that I was putting more time and energy into my My Test than I was God and myself. Failed test #1.

Fast forward to the end of January and I decided to commit to a relationship with My Test. Everything was still going wonderfully in terms of school and life in general so I was gucci! So I thought. February we got a curve ball thrown at us, but we made it through it because I was committed and determined to at least see a year with My Test. lol. Isn’t that what everyone strives for these days? Longevity? Consistency?

Fast forward to early March. Now THIS is when the going got tough. I’m a pretty no-nonsense type of person and the first sign of drama/mess has me like this little girl. I usually do a polite “no thanks, I’m good” type of thing when I get wind of something about to happen, but for some very odd reason I didn’t. This time I did something that I usually never do and that is listen to others. I was DONEEEEE and straight overrrr My Test at this point, but listening to outside my sources they suggested that maybe I wasn’t so done. I was SO hurt and SO confused that I just listened to almost anything. My next step was doing something I have called stupid for the past 21 years, and that was taking a “break”. Boyyyyy My Test had me in rare form. Let me tell you!

Of course the “break didn’t last long and My Test slid right back in likeeeeFAILED test #2. Shaking my head. At this point if anything else went array I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. “Fool me one time, shame on you. Fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you…”. God gives second chances, I don’t. J/k J/k. slightly.

Around this time is usually when my church goes on Consecration and after all that had happened at the start of 2015, I was ready. I was starting to realize that I was missing God. I didn’t yearn for him as strongly as I did before My Test came back into my life. I mean I kinda kept up with him, but kind of as a regulatory practice. Pray every morning, Church every Sunday, Bible study every Wednesday anddddd repeat. There wasn’t this sense of being radical for him anymore. On the other hand, My Test chose sleep and/or school over church and that always bothered me, but I eventually had a “every man for himself” notion. Kind of like “it ain’t me”, but in a sense it was me because I was around My Test every chance I got. You can be influenced by something/someone and not even know it. It wasn’t like I wanted to stop going to church, but I clearly wasn’t as focused and as interested as once before.

During consecration I watched A LOT of Bishop T.D. Jakes sermons and ended up stumbling upon a video of his daughter, Sarah Jakes, speaking at a conference. I ended up watching every single video of her I could find because her ministry is focused on self-love and Gods love. I was instantly intrigued because she was so raw and made herself so vulnerable. She was speaking her truth and allowing her past to influence her future, but in a positive way. After consecration was over I kept up with listening to her, but quickly fell back into worldly things. Back to My Test.

Fast forward to April. April was pretty good, but also very stressful. There was a big event for one of my organizations also I was on the rocks about one of my classes and that had me super stressed, but finals time is always stressful. This was nothing new. But then it got all bad. My Test had finally tested me to the point that I couldn’t even believe that I could be tested. Now some may say that what happened happens in every relationship, but as I stated before I’m a no-nonsense type of person. The mess came around again and this time I didn’t need to consult any outside sources for advice. I was the outside AND the inside source. My Test had tested me for the final time and I needed out. If not for anything else, for my sanity.

I was left broken and hurt and wondering what happened within the last 5 months because literally nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Yet, I smiled through it because emotions are for the weak-hearted, duh. And I was far from that! But, I wasn’t. I let My Test come in and infiltrate my space and I did nothing about it but accept it.

So in a span of 5 months I lost myself/love for myself, lost my relationship with God, & lost track of my true goals, but at least I passed this test, right?

To be continued…


*Trust the process.

Fall hair

My very first hair post! I am so excited to share my hair journey with you all. I have not had a perm since June of 2011 and I have not even thought about getting another since. Well….maybe once or twice as I was transitioning and the going got REAL LIFE tough. lol. I will share some of my successes and fails (mostly fails) of my beginning natural days sometime soon in another post.

In Florida I don’t consider it to be fall until mid-October because the heat is STILL disrespectful in September/early October. But this year global warming has really been dictating everything because it is still 90 degrees outside and it is November. No sign of the temperature dropping or anything either. This has caused my fall hair routine to be quite different from previous years. This is the time that I usually try out all of my styles that wouldn’t normally last in the summer! My ends have been dry, the humidity has 0 chill so anytime I try and do anything other than a twistout it goes south, I have been wearing a puff a lot more lately! I have had some good hair days and some NOT so good. lol. Here is a picture timeline:







So these are a few of my looks from this past fall. The first few pictures are of a flexi rod set that went bad by day 2 because of humidity. The second set of pictures are from a braid and curl that I did. I just did single braids then put perm rods on my ends. I ended up going to Seattle, WA during the time that I had that hairstyle so the misty and cold air made me have to put my hair in a puff by the last day. The next set is the same hairstyle, but I was in Florida for this one. You can see how humidity got to it and made it big! When in doubt I twist it up or puff it out!

I usually co-wash weekly/bi-weekly depending on what my hair needs and then shampoo every month or so. I try to mist my hair with water every morning just to keep it hydrated! Coconut oil is my oil of choice majority of the time, but I also love olive oil. Whenever I cleanse my hair I use the LOC (lco, really) before styling my hair. Liquid= water from washing, Conditioner= elasta Qp leave in or shea butter & Oil= coconut/olive oil. This regimen has worked for me so far, but I may have to change it up for winter. I may even have to do a protective style like braids or a crochet style.

I plan on straightening my hair again for the first time since January of 2014! I’m scared. lol. I will keep you all updated!


*Trust the process.

Is the new version REALLY better than the old?

My first picture with my (faux) septum piercing :)
My first picture with my (faux) septum piercing 🙂

So, it all started with this oneeeee (really it was a pack of two, but whatevs) little “nose ring” that I got back in September. All of what started you ask? Glad you asked, let me fill you in!

I was SO excited in this picture because my vision was going to come to life! Janet Jackson (yes, THEE Janet Jackson) was coming to Orlando on her #Unbreakableworldtour and there was no way I could NOT pay homage to her in some way! After looking through all of her looks from the past few decades (while blasting her countless albums in the background) I decided to key in on the 90s! I mean….because why not?! She had soooooo so many great looks, but I finally keyed in on the look that I wanted to go for and I was really excited about it. Obviously. My next step was to put the outfit together. I noticed that all through the 90s she had a septum piercing in and I was intrigued and scared at the same time. Intrigued because it was new and also scared because of the same thing.

I went to claires the next day because I figured they’d have some, but the options were slim and didn’t fit the occasion. I called my sister who was at another mall and she got a pack for me from forever 21. She met me at the mall I was at and soon after is when I took the picture above! I won’t upload my selfie album on here but let’s just say…..I have lots of pictures with this piercing in. I was not scared anymore! Lol. Now, from the context clues above anyone can tell that the thing was fake. I left this little key fact out when I sent a picture to my mother. Lol. Needless to say, she freaked out. Now I will preface this by saying that she is against tattoos and piercings, other than earrings, and reminds me of this often. She instantly texted me back in all caps telling me of her disdain and asking why I did it. She called my sister and everything telling her to pray for me and whatnot. I thought it was hilarious and I was going to drag it out for as long as possible. Well my other sister who wasn’t in on keeping quiet about it being fake spilled the beans before I could. My days of harassment, from my mother at least, were over.

I have literally been wearing it since (my mother still cringes at the sight of it) and I have learned to love it. It was meant to be a one time thing, but I loved how it changed my whole look. Of course I got a lot of stares and side eyes, but I also got many compliments. I was a little skeptical about wearing it to church, but then I said people are going to talk anyways and went ahead and did it. I just knew that people would automatically turn their noses up and comment negatively instead of asking “why?” With the intentions of actually knowing why. What i wasn’t here for was people commenting on it who I didn’t have a close personal relationship with. My whole thing is you don’t even know me!

Fast forward to today, the first of November! I have been wearing this piercing for a good month and a half at this point. Granted, I don’t wear it every single day because I forget/it gets annoying. But today I wore it and I got a comment on it from an adult that I’ve know personally since I was about 5/6. I knew he was going to be totally and completely against it, but I wasn’t ready for the exact words that flowed out of his mouth.

I turned and he saw it and said “no. You need to get rid of that.”

I said “oh. I like it.”

And I intended on leaving it at that, but the next comment made me do quite the head tilt.

He said “that doesn’t fit your personality” and I swiftly said “it does, this is the new me!”.

Then he went back and said “well you need to go back to the old you!”

And that is where I left it. I just couldn’t believe, that without asking or knowing about the new me, a person would want to just brush that to the side. Essentially disregarding all of that effort and love I’ve devoted to myself and not even thinking about the growth that I’ve accumulated.

That whole interaction bothered me and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. When I can’t get something off of my mind I like to stop and think about how things could have gone differently or how I might be in the wrong. Some things I thought about were: If I do stop wearing it will people even notice enough to care like they did when I did wear it? Will I be conforming to other peoples ideal of what makes me “me”? Am I really hurting people if I do wear it? And lastly “Is the new version of myself really as great as I think it is? Or, like others seem to think, is the old version really “better”?

I had a mini identity crisis like so when I decided to change the texture of my hair and go natural a few years ago. Some of the same people turned up their nose (and still do even though my hair STAYS Fleeky, tuh!) and that change in my hair helped me to gain most of my confidence! It also taught me how to brush negative comments/opinions to the side if they do not come with an alternative solution.

I am wondering if I should follow the same pattern and just live my life the way I feel fits me best or if I should take others comments into consideration. Though I do appreciate the old me because it made me ALL of who I am today, I also believe that I become a new version of myself every morning I wake up. Growth is such a continuous process that is often times confusing when it comes to making the right decision about taking the next step. Not sure what I am going to do int he long run, but I probably will still wear it for awhile. lol. This thing called life……’s crazy.


Trust the process.

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