Ironic. That’s how I would describe the fact that the second post of my self-discipline series almost didn’t get published. I sat down to write earlier, but nothing was flowing, and the day nearly passed me by before I realized I hadn’t published anything. That is essentially how our goals get away from us. We start something, fall short, and never cycle back. Well, until now. The road to self-discipline, like all other roads in life, isn’t a walk in the park. At the same tim
I don’t plan on teaching traditionally beyond this year. When I say that, I often receive questions like, “What are you going to do?” or “How will you sustain financially?” These are fair questions, all of which I’ve asked myself. This week, I called on two artists to speak on the sustainability of entrepreneurship. Meet K. P. Christopher K. P. Brown is the co-founder of Two Pens and Lent LLC, a chapbook publishing company for poets. K.P. and his partner (Henry Duncan) starte
A year ago I went part-time at work to pursue my writing career after a year of getting paid monthly to host and perform. The month after telling my job I wouldn’t be returning full time, my performance opportunities subsided. I knew I was walking in purpose, but life had not gone according to plan. With more people choosing to pursue purpose, it’s necessary to talk about the realities of entrepreneurial life. Because I still have a lot to learn myself, I’ve tapped into some
Every year since 2012, I’ve signed up for our city’s annual 10-mile race. It's my motivation to stay consistent in the gym and get in shape for the summer. Usually I train with a partner or run group, but this year, most of my runs were solo which was challenging for me. There are certain activities I only enjoy doing with others and long distance running is one of them. Having to do it by myself, this year’s race was more than just a run; it was a life lesson. I had to compl
The other night I confessed to my girls that I have an upcoming event that scares me. I won't be performing or hosting; I’ll be facilitating a session at an annual conference for minority accountants. I’m excited because I want speaking platforms outside of poetry gigs, but I’m also a bit nervous because this is unchartered territory for me. I’m uncomfortable, but I’ve been doing this long enough to know these fearful spaces are exactly where we need to be to move forward. Th
I wasn’t going to publish a blog this month. In fact, I was going to hold off on blogging until I made progress in writing my book. I convinced myself that my blog was a distraction and that the posts I had in mind weren’t good enough, so I decided to focus on one thing at a time. While my reasoning sounds sane, it’s also a bit selfish. I’ve been holding on to what has been given to me, because I didn’t feel it was good enough to be shared. My insecurity is the real problem.
Recently, I’ve been low on socks. I couldn’t tell you where they’ve disappeared to, but I know that matches were missing and my choices were dwindling. On top of that, my sock drawer was no longer able to close. I sought to solve the problem by buying more, but my frugal side wasn’t feeling the prices, so I roughed it out. The real issue was that I noticed a problem and tried to treat the symptoms (limited socks options) without exploring and fixing the root (figuring out whe
Less than a month into 2018, I’m already being forced to learn lessons. I posted a quote a few weeks back saying, “Choosing between good and bad is reasonable. Choosing between good and God is faith.” Whether or not you believe in God, the latter part of the quote requires you to evaluate if the “good” in your life is necessary. Maybe, like me, you’ve eliminated all the negative vibes (people and situations), learned how to practice self-care, and you love the work you do. Ye
For over a year now, I’ve been shedding. I’ve watched habits fall off and people drift away. Sometimes it hurt. At times it’s caused confusion, but it always worked out in the end. Maybe we’re similar to caterpillars. We are meant to transform, and with growth, we are constantly shedding. At a certain point, we sit alone and undergo our own process of transformation. We can’t really explain what’s happening, but if we disturb it, we could affect the results. At first, I didn'
I spent the last three months trying to make the perfect greens. My first two attempts fell short of expectation, but the batch for Thanksgiving was perfect. (Ask my family for proof.) In hindsight, there was one key element that changed the outcome of my greens drastically, and I’m learning that the plans I’m cooking up in my own life require this same ingredient. In my family, everyone has mastered certain dishes and mine are greens and apple pie. While I had been strugglin
Tiffany Haddish is one of my new favorite people. I first discovered her in the movie Girls Trip over the summer. Honestly, the first time I saw the movie, I really didn’t connect with her character. She was too loud, uncouth, and argumentative for me. I thought to myself, “I don’t have any friends like that.” A week later, when I saw the movie again with my girls, they told me that I’m “that friend” in a lot of ways. They left me with a lot to think about. Haddish, debuted o
For the longest time, I thought I was ready for marriage. It was hard for me to celebrate someone else’s happiness, particularly around love, without thinking about my own unfulfilling love-life. The same was true for professional success. Seeing another person’s entrepreneurial happiness made me reflect on the shortage of business opportunities. I was secretly in competition with those around me. I failed to realize that I didn’t have what I wanted because I wasn’t ready fo
I used to think there would be a point in my life where I could say, “I made it.” I believed in happily ever after. In hindsight, I thought there was a place where I could achieve both personal and professional happiness and live in that fantastical moment forever. It didn't help that every woman I knew in her thirties or over seemed to have her life together. Now that I’m weeks away from 30, I learned to stop searching for this non-existent destination and to start appreciat