A Dream Deferred Part 2

IMG_0274The day I entered nursing school I was determined to give it my best. There were things I had to participate in as a part of class I ordinarily wouldn’t do, but I told myself, just take a deep breath and get through it. After completing the course work, I graduated and found a job.

My first job rotation was in adult nursing although it really wasn’t for me. I knew from the beginning, I wanted to work with children but our instructors felt all new nurses should work with adults. I lasted about six months. During this time, I still kept my music up as best I could, singing at church and doing concerts when asked. It wasn’t what I wanted but it was something.

I remember my mother and others telling me how talented I was. It made me wonder why I wasn’t singing professionally if I were so gifted. Granted, I’d chosen a different path when deciding on a college, but I never stopped trying to make a name for myself.

There was a period in my medical career when nursing seemed more of a chore than something I enjoyed. After the birth of my son, my ambivalence increased; in my mind and heart, I was trapped. I would often watch professional singers on TV with envy; that was supposed to be my life. What had happened to my dream? Was this a desire I was destined to be denied? And then, years later the unthinkable happened.

I was stricken with a virus that left the right side of my body weakened. I could no longer sing with the power I was used to possessing. I remember trying to explain to my family and friends after I recovered, the struggle that ensued when I tried to sing, but to no avail. They felt I was being lazy; that I didn’t want to sing any longer. And so, I felt alone.

As time passed my ability to sing decreased  even more, but something unexpected was about to take place. I had enrolled in college to get my degree in nursing and my english professor suggested I take up writing. I remember him telling me I had talent I should pursue a writing career and me thinking he’d lost his mind.

Five years would pass after the statement by my college professor before I put pen to paper. I received much opposition from some family and friends. I almost gave up until a cousin gave me some words of wisdom. I was telling her about comments being made that I was a singer and nothing more. She looked at me and said, “some people are multitalented.”

Since that time, I’ve written and independently published five titles. No, I’m not taking broadway by storm as I dreamed I would, but I’m creating and that’s what matters. I plan on taking voice lessons and acting lessons soon. The way I see it, perhaps my dream wasn’t deferred after all. Perhaps it was just redefined.

My mother use to tell me, a famous painter named Grandma Moses didn’t begin painting until she was in her eighties. I’m saying that to remind you and me, it’s never too late to start or start again. I intend to go after mine and I encourage you to do the same because not all dreams are deferred, some are just transformed.

As always, I hope my thoughts encourage you.

Ciao!

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A Dream Deferred Part 1

IMG_0274“What happens to a dream deferred?” This is opening line to Langston Hughes’ poem by the same title, which inspired Lorraine Hansberry’s  play A Raisin In The Sun by . It speaks about the outcome of an unfulfilled dream. The Bible also speaks of unfulfilled dreams.

In Proverbs 13:12 (NIV) it says, Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life. It would seem to me our dreams can have a great impact on us and I can personally attest to that fact.

I received a video today from a good friend. In the video, the young lady was speaking about not stopping our “hustle” once we realize our dreams. She talked about how many people once they achieve their dreams, back off moving forward as if not knowing what to do next. The author created the video because she had taken a job after her dream was fulfilled and at first felt a bit uncomfortable doing so.

As I watched the video, I couldn’t help but think of my own dream. From childhood until my young adult years my desire was to sing professionally. As a teenager, I wanted to take Broadway by storm. I was even accepted into Boston University with the plan to do an internship in New York my junior year. To my determent I chose another school; this would prove to be beginning of the end of my music career.

I attended the alternate college for one year and then transferred to The Peabody Conservatory at Johns Hopkins University but I was ill prepared for the challenge of conservatory. My best effort proved to be too little and so after two years of struggle, I left Peabody.

Once back at home, I knew I needed a job but more so, I began to realize my career as I’d envisioned it wasn’t coming to fruition. I still sang around town and even met with a few people recommended by family. These people were so called music producers and were going to help launch my career. Of course, we all know that was far from the truth.

The people introduced to me by others, took my name and number, gave me a list of songs to perform for auditions and disappeared. To say I was disappointed is an understatement. To make ends meet after leaving college, I worked in retail but that was no permanent career move for me. Following a bit of contemplation, I chose nursing.

For the sake of time, I’ll share the rest of my story in my next post. In the meantime, if you have a dream, I say go after it and go hard. It may seem a far off but I promise you, all the hard work will be worth it.

As always, I hope my thoughts encourage you.

Ciao!

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The Return of Camelot

 

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Today I was going through a stack of magazines I had obviously put aside to read. One magazine in particular caught my eye. It was a tribute to the Kennedy years. On the cover was a picture of the late President John Fitzgerald Kennedy and his wife the late Jacquelyn Bouvier Kennedy Onassis.  Although I was a child when Kennedy was in office, I remember those years vividly.

John Kennedy was young, handsome, charismatic and intelligent. He was the hope of lower and middle class America, regardless of race or ethnicity. We saw him as sagacious, astute and yet personable. In the eyes of the people in my community he was the answer. Mrs. Kennedy was beautiful, charming, equally as intelligent and quite the trendsetter. Together they were our royalty; our Camelot.

Growing up, my mother encouraged me to find mentors and heroes who looked like me. President  and Mrs. Kennedy did not, but just as the rest of the United States, I embraced them as my own. As a little girl, I was a dreamer. I pretended to be a princess, acted out plays with my dolls, even wrote a few stories back then. The Kennedy’s brought the splendor of Camelot into my little world and then just as the magic began with John Kennedy’s Presidency, it was one day silenced. Our President was assassinated and my Camelot was gone.

I’m now a grown woman with a child of my own, but I never completely let go of my desire for the return of Camelot. My wish was granted on November 4, 2008 with the election of President Barack Hussein Obama. For me he was young, handsome, charismatic, and intelligent. I saw him as sagacious, astute and yet personable. His wife, Mrs. Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama was beautiful, charming, equally as intelligent and quite the trendsetter. Together they were and still are my royalty and the return of Camelot.

The fact that Mr. Obama’s Presidency is the subject of controversy is no secret and this is not a political  opinion. This is the expression of a grown woman, who saw her childhood dream realized. My Camelot has returned in all it’s splendor and above all, they look just like me.

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Rethinking Our Way To Success

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As a child, I, as were others was programmed to think a certain way. This morning as I was walking to my car, a thought ran across my mind prompting an epiphany, if you will. The thought involved my son and I realized the context of it, was clearly influenced by my upbringing. It was at that moment, I said to myself, self you need to work on retraining your thought pattern.

Some well known motivational speakers call negative thinking, “stinkin’ thinkin’,” others call it “ruminating”. Now, the essence of my thought about my son wasn’t negative but it wasn’t affirmative either. My focus was more on what he hasn’t accomplished instead of on what he has. Now, I’m a firm believer that our thoughts have as much power as our words.

This is why I believe we should be cognizant of what we say as well as what we think. My son is a gifted photographer. When he was a teenager, I used to tell him he’d call me one day from the Amazon Rainforest as he sat swatting flies, waiting on the perfect shot. In retrospect, I decided to rethink that. It’s my dream for my son to work for National Geographic, but not necessarily his.

How many times have you inadvertently said something or thought something only to have your thoughts or words manifested. I’ve heard countless successful individuals state how they professed what they would one day accomplish. They spoke and believed what they wanted for their lives. I’ve begun to work on this process. I have affirmations I read aloud on a daily basis and I’ve added a in couple for my son. I now see myself where I’d like to be in 3 – 5 – and even 10 years. It’s a matter of retraining myself to think on the outcome I desire and more so the outcome God wants for me. I’m learning to rethink my way to success.

Many people have already mastered the art of positive thinking, perhaps you’re one of them. If however, you’re like me and still working on it. I invite you to join me as we rethink our way to success. For the most part, I’m a pretty positive person, but there’s always room for growth!

P.S. As for my son, I’m focused on the fantastically creative photographer his is and applauding his growth. I’m rethinking my role as mom and cheerleader. It’s my place to offer kudos from the sidelines and only come into the game when invited. By the way, my picture for this blog is one of his. It’s a shot of the bridge over the Mataponi River in King and Queen County at night. If you’re interested in knowing more about my son and his work, just let me know.

Ciao!

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The Art of Speaking Softly

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Have you ever met someone who seems to be always on edge; ready to pounce on whomever rubs them the wrong way. It’s almost as if they seek any and every opportunity to argue. They wait for an offensive word or a tone of voice they don’t fancy and in their opinion an ill-spoken comment. I coin these persons as someone always looking for a fight. And then, we have those who are the exact opposite.

These persons have a knack for diffusing tense situations. They are by no means doormats or pushovers, it seems they’ve simply learned the art of speaking softly. Battles are chosen carefully, as are words.

I’ve been following a devotional study by Pastor Rick Warren on gentleness. In a couple of his teachings he talked about using a soft answer to turn away wrath or anger. The basis for his teaching is found in Proverbs 15:1 “A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.” NIV

He used the example of how when someone raises their voice at us, we raise ours back. Eventually you’ve got a tumultuous situation. Pastor Warren suggested as the other person becomes louder, we lower our voice and become quieter. Now that, my friends is easier said then done. However, I decided to give it a try one night at work. Just as I needed a something for a patient, I noticed someone from another department who could help me enter my area. When I approached her, she was curt and borderline rude. I kept my cool and refused to match her tone. By the time our conversation was over, we were laughing and she said she’d ensure I had what I needed and she wished me a good night.

I believe the challenge with speaking softly in the face of adversity is because we have an innate desire to defend ourselves. We want to let that person know, we don’t have to take their insults. But, do we really need to retaliate? What’s the worse that could happen if we don’t. Would it really matter at the end of the day, if the person bringing the offence sees us as defenseless? Now, let me pause here and say, I’m not speaking of bullies or abusers; that in and of itself is a different story. I’m by no means advocating allowing ourselves to be mistreated, so please understand.

That being said, I’m sure speaking softly in the face of rage may not always work. As I mentioned in the beginning, there are some who are hellbent on fighting, but as my mom so wisely taught me, they can’t argue by themselves. It wasn’t easy for me the night I used the art of speaking softly with the woman whose help I needed, however, I’m happy I did.

It’s my intention to master the art of speaking softly and with it the mindset of disregarding the opinions of the hotheaded toward me. As I mentioned in my previous blog, it’s been scientifically proven, those who reduce stress in their lives live fuller, richer and longer. And I purpose to do just that. I’d love for you to join me.

Ciao!

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Lovin’ The Skin I’m In (make-up free!)

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Lately, there has been much media attention on young ladies and women who’ve sustained injury due to illegal butt injections gone wrong. Quite a few of those receiving the illegal injections, have died or been victims of severe complications. The sad thing is, they are dying or becoming maimed for no reason at all.

The women and young ladies I’m speaking of, have fallen victim of the latest rage; that is having a big booty. We see these booty’s everywhere; in videos, magazines, and on TV to name a few. As a woman who struggled with poor self image as a teen and young adult, I can understand the struggle my sisters now face. It seems now a days, if a woman or girl doesn’t possess a bodacious derriere, she risks not being seen as beautiful by her male counterparts. This leads me to an age old question. Why, do we as women feel we have to measure-up to some ridiculous standard, set by some unknown force, who feels someone died and left them in charge of what is considered beautiful?

Many people blame it on Rappers and Rap videos, but I believe it goes so much deeper and started many years before Rap was ever heard of. I believe the tearing down of a woman’s self image and self esteem dates back to the days of the Old Testament. The convenience of modern media is just a means of perpetuating it.

I remember growing up as a young girl and being ridiculed for my dark skin; later it was my thick lips. My saving grace was I had a mother who taught me to embrace who I was. My struggle as a teen was with my big legs and narrow hips. As an adult the degrading remarks came because, I don’t have the classic bodacious booty most women of color possess.

For quite a few years I struggled with the fact, my buttocks were not as round and firm as some of my sisters. To add insult to injury, I was even slapped on the butt and called “flats” on more than one occasion by men as well as women of different races. One day. however, I had an awakening. On that day, I embraced (as my mother taught me), the woman I am. I am a strong, intelligent, confident, vivacious and beautiful woman and I stand in all the glory of who God created has me to be.

My sisters everywhere. I challenge you to dare to be who you are. I challenge you to embrace every inch of your body, however you’re shaped and declare yourself to be beautiful, because you are. We don’t need a big butt or big boobs for that matter to be beautiful. The Bible states in Proverbs 30:31 (Amplified Version) “Charm and grace are deceptive, and beauty is vain [because it is not lasting], but a woman who reverently and worshipfully fears the Lord, she shall be praised!” Physical beauty is vain because 9 times out of 10, it doesn’t last!

Sister’s we must embrace, nurture and love ourselves as a whole, striving to become the best us we can be. As we age, it’s our inner beauty that will shine the brightest. It’s this inner woman who will fulfill all we are destined to be. I’ve included a link to Colbie Caillat’s song “Try” on YouTube; it’s of my favorite videos. (click here>) “Try” by Colbie Caillat

I hope the video and what I’ve said here will encourage you to love yourself just as you are. Be blessed!

Ciao!

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Who Am I Really?

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For so many years of my life, I’ve struggled with accepting who I am. I guess my reluctance was fueled by the nay-sayers if you will. You know who they are; the well meaning, self proclaimed-realistic folks who are always quick to point out why our ideas or dreams will never work out.

My dream as some of you may know was to take Broadway by storm. I wanted to sing, act and dance. As a child, I could be found one of two places, either on the floor with a book in my hands or in front of a mirror with a hairbrush aka “microphone” (mic) in my hand. I loved to sing and act out plays and stories I made up in my head.

As a creative, my personality was a bit different. I never really felt at home if you will unless, I was with other creatives, in the music/theater department of my high school or in front of a mirror with my mic. And so, I altered my personality so as to not be teased so much for my quirkiness.

To fast forward, I’m at the point in my life where wisdom has taken over and I’ve come to realize the only opinions that matter when it comes to who I really am, are mine and God’s. I’ve accepted my gift of creativity wholeheartedly and completely, along with the traits that make me . . . well me!

I’m animated, silly, passionate, contemplative, an extrovert who is at times withdrawn. I believe everyone next to me in line at the grocery store is comfortable carrying on a conversation. Although, my son who is an introvert, has assured me, not everyone enjoys talking with strangers. I’ve come full circle and relish in being me!

I don’t believe in “bucket lists,” instead, I have a longevity list because I’m going to need a long life to do everything I have planned. I’m going to take the acting lessons, I’ve always wanted and participate in plays. I plan on taking voice lessons again and joining a local choral. I refuse to be shamed into being someone I’m not just to fit in. My answer to that is, if you are at all bothered by my personality, you have the choice not to hang around me. And I’m perfectly fine with that. I am so in love with this fabulous creative spirit, God placed in me and I’ve never been happier in my life.

Perhaps you can relate to what I’ve been through, maybe you find yourself in that place now. Well, if you are, I say stop right now and fully embrace who you are. You see, we each were created with special gifts and by hiding them we are robbing the world of something very unique and special. We are robbing the world of us. Don’t waste another minute altering yourself to fit into a place you aren’t meant to be. Rise up in all your glorious you and join me in blessing this world with the beauty of who we really are.

Ciao!

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