Cheers to the New Year!

Cheers to the New Year!

What a refreshing feeling to be able to turn over a new leaf, open a new chapter, and start fresh! Yes, it is finally 2018: the year we all have been waiting for…or maybe not. 

While bringing in a new year can be a clean slate, sometimes hard times or short comings make us dread another year. So many changes and misfortunes happen in 2017, leaving some of us feeling hopeless and even heartless. 

It’s just another year , who cares? What’s really changing except a new day? Whatever.

Yeah, you can look at it in that light but why would you want to? Look, I get it, 2017 sucked and I have a testimony that could have put me on my ass and kept me there. With all of that, I have been giving many lessons in 2017 and I want to share some with you. 

I learned anything is possible with God who is my higher power, faith and hard work. You cannot want something to happen without putting in the work and confirmation with your higher self. Working for it is only half the battle, but always confirm through prayer, meditation, reflection and most importantly FAITH. 

I learned the importance of patience. Wanting something before it is your time will give you results opposite of your expectations. So many time in 2017 I went for something and if I didn’t have a solid plan, the right mindset and patience, it NEVER worked out the way I imagined. Patience you will learn, is a lifelong friend you want in your corner along your journey.

I also learned that words and thoughts are the most powerful things we obtain.The more negative we speak on our lives and others, the more miserable we make ourselves and our surroundings. The more positivity we speak on our live and the lives of others, now that’s where the greatness of “magic” happens. 

Practice positive affirmative actions, catch any negative thought or statement and replace with something positive, and ALWAYS remember the storms you may face will always pass. Trust me on this!

Don’t allow your emotions to take control of your life. This was one of the biggest struggles I had to overcome, and still work hard every day to get better every day. 

The work doesn’t stop…ever! Even when you get it, keep that momentum going baby!

So, even though 2017 wasn’t particularly great, doesn’t mean 2018 will be the same. If you want your life to change, you have to work daily and keep a positive outlook on everything

So CHEERS to 2018, the year of the warrior! 

Where everything we believe in will manifest into things beyond our wildest imagination! Where all our thoughts will become things so keep them in check. To prosperity, blessings, love, success and happiness. And to us taking our lives back !

Happy New Year everyone! Now let us get to work!

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“God has a plan, stay faithful. God has a plan, stay faithful. God has a plan, stay faithful.”

I said to myself repeatedly as I sit in DeKalb Medical hospital bed. Tears pouring down my face as I think of how incredibly blessed I really am. A person who those would label fragile, enduring all that I have would have let 2017 knock them to the floor, defeated.

 

I had hit my lowest point of this temporary battle, asking God why?  I felt like I was taking a blow from left and right. Stumbling and grabbing on to whatever I could to stay on my feet. Then when I thought life was giving me a break, she comes and knocks me down, hard.

 

“Ain’t that a muthafuckin bitch?”

 

Losing my father to prostate cancer was the start of the downhill spiral. My king and lifelong best friend was ripped right out of my life with a blink of an eye. The disease took my father’s life at 55 years old, as he fought the greatest fight. I sat with him on his last days, holding on for my life. I was afraid to leave him, knowing what was soon to come. He couldn’t talk much but his personality and humor never left. One thing I can say I appreciated about him, no matter how frustrated or in pain he might have been in, he didn’t allow that to take away from who he was.  He left this earth July 30th with all his children, his wife and several of nieces and nephews by his side, just as he wanted it to be. He’s left this world complete.

 

That was the start to all hard pills I had handed to me. Two weeks after losing my father, my father in law passed in a terrible accident that pulled my family in the ring with me.  My soon to be Husband lost his best friend all the while trying to help me heal from losing one my own.  I honestly don’t know how I would have done it without him, but it was hard watching him try to hold it all together. He did his absolute best being the provider, protector and comfort I needed at that time, making me fall in love with him all over again. He did everything without having to be asked and showed complete understanding and patience all while dealing with his own shit.

 

“He’s a good man Savannah!”

 

Life goes on like always and we managed to take things day by day.  The universe started to seem like it wanted to cut us a bit of slack. Emotionally, I was still a damn wreck, just looking at my father’s picture or reminiscing broke me down. I started feeling physically frail and drained, more than usual.  I would sleep whenever I can and lost interest in everything. In my mind, I thought I was going through a moment of depression and this too shall pass. Unfortunately, things weren’t getting any better and I started experiencing pain and major selling in my left leg and foot. It was like someone stabbed me in my leg repeatedly, it was unbearable I could barely walk.

I can’t take anymore God PLEASE!” I yelled from my bedroom floor in frustration and excruciating pain.

 

We went to the hospital and I was diagnosed with DVT or in other words Deep Vein Thrombosis.  All we could think at this point is God has something up his sleeve, all this can’t be for nothing, and we refused to believe that. I believe that faith and trusting process and what He has in store kept us together even as we struggled with our own personal battles. I got better and I continue getting better as the day passed. I learned how to be Self-ish, no not selfish, SELF-ISH! 

Putting me first doesn’t mean I don’t put my husband and daughter’s need in consideration. It’s ok to put myself first when it comes to my well-being, its okay to not have the world on my shoulders and to share the load, and it’s OK to let the tears and the screams OUT, cleansing my spirit and my soul of all the poison I carried all my life, past and present.

 

It’s ok to be self-ish; you deserve to be the best version of you.

 

One thing I know for sure, I was not created to be defeated. God left that trait out when he made me. He created a warrior out of this woman and showed me what faith is all about. He told me “Know how important you are and take care of yourself too!”  life will bring you to your knees more than you know, but know God’s plan is much bigger than you struggles, just hold on a little longer.

 

#trusttheprocess

Being a black woman in 2017 is such an empowering and beautiful thing. All the opportunity and “acceptance” to showcase the magic we have to offer the world. I am pro Black. That doesn’t mean I am anti White or anti any other race. That means I am proud of what I am and where I came from.
My ancestors before me have been oppressed for 400+ years. Never allowed to embrace their culture,  skin,  religion,  and beliefs openly. Never being allowed to take what skill God has given them and gain the knowledge to do what they want in life. Their strength to keep pushing against all odds is what inspires me today.

 
Though time have changed,  black people are still oppressed. We are opressed in the workplace,  profiling,  social media, the gifts we have to offer the world are suppressed. Thats just to name a few things. Same shit,  different toliet,  right? The problem is still present and hasn’t gone anywhere. 

I will never understand why repecting and treating a person is based on their skin COLOR. Regardless of that ONE difference, each and every on of us are HUMAN

 
Now comes the “disadvantage” of being both a woman and being BLACK. 
Image those things I listed and times them by 2. Simply by the double jeopardy of being both Black and woman ,  society has problems respecting the humanity of both groups. 

Society is somehow for whatever reason threatened by a strong BLACK woman. 

Society has this idea that all black women are what the media and Hollywood portray. We are bitter. We are angry. We are lazy. We are stupid. Ghetto. Ratchet. Ugly. Not good enough. 

They have no idea the beauty that lies within us. We are strong. We are loving.  We are compassionate.  We are intelligent.  We work our asses off. We have class. We are beautiful. We are enough.  WE ARE MAGIC. 



We may always be looked at as lesser than and may never get the respect we are owed. We have to continue to shed our light and shine bright. Continue to be our best selves. Uplift our fellow sisters and always encourage one another. Always have a shoulder for our sisters and push her to her greatest potential.

 
We have to continue to spread LOVE
The journey has not been and easy one.  It may never be.  But I wont allow society to suppress me from living. Suppress me from being happy and proud of who I am.
I will continue to express my blackness through my hair no matter how “nappy” it is to you. I will continue to feel sexy in my “too dark” skin.  I will continue to stand tall knowing the magic I have to offer. 

Regardless of uncomfortable or upset it may make others around me,  I can’t  be anything other than I am.

 
#blackwoman