That moment was when those cute butterflies became lead weights in my stomach and I froze. I would prefer to say I blackout and vaguely remember what happened next but I would be lying. I remember everything exactly.
There is a very big part of me that has delayed writing this post for fear of rejection from you. A part of me doesn’t want to be this honest because I know revealing this little corner of my thoughts might make you uncomfortable; it might even cause you to disown or reject me. But as these thoughts trapped in the confines of my mind demand to be released, I’ve decided to breathe and share anyway.
Fair warning, this is about race.
So with blind confidence, I announced to my co-workers that I would soon be bringing in different cakes for them to tase as I honed my skills and accepted my destiny as a cake baker. No one could tell me anything. (You can probably guess how this ends.)
Lets be real though, if you know me, you know I’m not perfect. *gasp*
No one is; I understand that…in theory. But I still fear failure in the day to day. Being the internal perfectionist that I am for as long as I can remember, failure has never been comfortable (not that it’s welcomed by the general population; I guess i have a particular aversion to it). It’s just not fun.
Today I turned down my first date in some time. Don’t tell my mother.
Overthinking is that moment you stop and replay the last conversation wondering if they might misinterpret what you said. It’s not saying hi to your crush because you are afraid they might see you as desperate. (Well, lets just admit that anything having to do with the person you’re attracted to leads to overthinking.) It’s feeling out of place among people you call your friends when you’re convinced that you have nothing to add to the conversation.
Overthinking can be debilitating.
I sat in the drivers seat of my parents Toyota Sequoia, completely overwhelmed and utterly despondent. My body betrayed me as tears began to spill down my cheeks. My hunched shoulders trembled as I gasped for the next breath, in direct conflict to the strong, resolute image I had predetermined to uphold. “This wouldn’t have […]
Stand or Kneel? Where do I fall? I’ve tossed and turned these ideas in my head and have debated whether to share those thoughts in such an open forum where my words can be taken and interpreted in so many ways. Yet after all the internal debate, I have decided that it was worth sharing. Here it goes.
I am super excited to share this podcast! My siblings and I sat down to record and found ourselves in a great conversation about motivation and why we do the things we do…and why we dont. For most of my adult I’ve tried to muster motivation and discipline with no avail. Its been such a […]
I’ve always been considered to be pretty chill person. (Chill meaning easy going not temperature reading.) And for the most part I am. That being said, there are times when my own anxieties knock me of my easy going pedestal and threaten to betray my existing reputation.
Imani and I met at a local church and connected over our sarcastic sense of humor and our current relationship status. I cant say that I know anyone more dedicated to finding and expressing her own unique style of art. She leaves beautiful imprints on people through her art but also through her words and […]
Brittany and I became friends while working together for the same local non-profit agency. We connected for our love of each other’s style which slowly grew into a good friendship and long conversations about life on her living room sofa. Brit is ambitious, a talented photographer, lively, go-getter and will always laugh with you when […]
If you’re reading this blog your either: My friends and family. (Thanks fam!) A stranger who read another one of my posts and stayed around for more. Or you follow me on social media, finally gave into all of my persistent posting, and clicked the “link in bio.” (if you’re that person, go you!) With […]
Dear Tough Exterior, I hope this doesn’t come as a surprise to you. It’s not me. It’s you. I’m breaking up with you. Actually, I’m breaking up with you and your cousins, Ms. “Independent,” Mrs. “I can do it Myself, ” and the “I don’t need anyone” Lady. Don’t get me wrong. You served me […]
Fear initially designed to keep me from touching a hot stove or running with scissors, morphed, somehow got a hold of my thoughts and dreams, and began to dictate my every move. // READ MORE!
One of the only models of creativity I saw while growing up were the creative genius type. They were the ones with a wealth of creative thought and and an unending supply of talent. They were generally artsy, messy hair and had unkempt clothing branded the “creative mess.” I wanted more than anything to be […]