Work. Life. Balance. Weight Loss. Hair Growth. This Site!
All things DIFFICULT at one time or another in my life.
So, I “finished” this site a little over a month ago. I “launched” this site a few days ago. (Nervous. Perfectionist. Over Achiever.)
I am currently “finishing” this site, still.
Creatively, I knew exactly what it should look like. I knew exactly how it should feel. I knew just how I wanted you all, my visitors (prayerfully), to experience the site.
It is Me, in a wholly-owned digital space, as analog as I tend to be. The photos are Me, in real life, untouched. The layout is clean, yet the content is pretty comprehensive. This digital destination has just the right mix of organized chaos that defines my existence. And I’m pretty proud of that.
I digress.
Logistically, I knew that I should click all the buttons, kick all of the proverbial tires, and test drive all of the bells and whistles.
NONE of this knowing mattered when I got the first text, “…[redacted] isn’t working.” I didn’t panic. I opened my phone and “fixed” it. Only to get another “…[redacted] isn’t working either” a few minutes later. It was close to midnight (no Thriller, but equally scary). My eyes were crossed, my heart was beating fast, my nerves were shot, and my confidence was a little bruised.
But guess what!?! Rather than lose my $#!+ trying to flex seal the holes. I shut down the [redacted] parts and went to sleep.
You see, this isn’t about a website, or a book, or a candle (though I hope you check them out). This is my LIFE, documented and shared in hopes of helping others to achieve their own #FreeBlackGirl (or Guy, or non-binary, I get confused…sue me, not really…forgive me though, for real) status, whatever that means for them, because #FreedomIsPersonal (another book, stay tuned). And while I am excited to embark on the first thing (in a while) that I have created by myself, for myself, I refuse to lose sleep over a living, breathing thing that I control.
DISCLAIMER: I am well aware that my future, not yet conceived, child will turn this entire statement on its head. However, for now…I’ma go to bed when I want to go to bed!
Again, I digress. Forgive me…
A huge part of freedom is knowing when to let go, or at least let it rest.
And so I did. And now, it’s done, for now…
Difficult does not mean impossible. Nor does it mean “die” in the process.
Some things are hard. Some things are harder.
But you, my friend, are tougher than most things especially after a few hours of sleep.
With that said, GOOD NIGHT!