Although the question posed in the newly released Well-Read Black Girl anthology was, “When did you first recognize yourself in literature?” I couldn’t help but seem to think about not necessarily feeling representing on the annual festival stage.
What the enemy means to harm you, God can turn around. That was my immediate thought in watching a clip of the interview with Geoffrey Owens on Good Morning America.
The first time we took our new dog to the vet, I was an emotional train wreck. She started rattling off shots that I thought he already had at the shelter, the dog was wild while my husband tried to calm him down, and my bill was about $140 over the $50 I anticipated. “What the hell had I done?” was resounding loudly in my head as I literally broke into tears in between the Vet going in and out of the room.
Last year, I found the productivity matrix. I was working the job, then working after the job and almost forgot about having a life, a husband, and anything else in between. Everyone online had been telling me that the only reason I wasn’t where I wanted to be was because of me and I simply couldn’t let that be the case.
I was falling apart at the end of last year. I was busy at my work hustle, behind on my full-time dream, and trying to buy a house. There was a lot going on, to say the least. So, coming into the New Year, I felt completely drained and needed to make my sanity the first priority. In that, I decided that I needed to do less, in a more impactful way.