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As I begin my day I try to take the time to count my blessings. I am alive, healthy and have two wonderful and amazing sons who make life worth living. I am also in a great place. It was a long road for me to get where I am today. I am a work in progress but I am so thankful for the journey. I was stagnant for a long time. Content with a life that wasn't apart of God's plan for me any longer. I resisted change. I was comfortable yet I wasn't growing. 

 I am a very outgoing person. People gravitate to me when I let my light shine. In the immortal words of John Lennon "Some say that I'm a dreamer" All of my life I have had lofty goals, aspirations and desires. I have achieved so many. I'm truly proud of myself. My role as a Mother is my highest achievement. Nothing can or will ever surpass that. I however am on a trajectory to reach my full potential. If not now when? So like with everything I do-I'm going hard. I don't want to wake up one day and say to myself "where did the time go?" 

 So my new Blog "YOU are Enough" was created so I can share my life with you. Empowerment comes from within. Once discovered it can lead you anywhere YOU want to go. It must be reinforced. Your circle must be rounded with kind, genuine and creative souls. I can only speak for myself but when you let go of what is weighing you down EVERYTHING else will fall into place. So from the woman who has "been there and rocked that" you will be rewarded with a guide on how to live in the moment.

 I AM EXCITED about including you all in my newest diary. Writers need to write like humans need oxygen. It is ingrained in our spirits. I will be spotlighting people from all walks of life. I will feature fashion pieces, human interest stories, political commentary and ANYTHING I feel I want to address. 

 Again-thank you for taking this journey with me-you're in for a hell of a ride!
Kim

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