To thine own SELF be true

It's almost time to ring in the New Year. I am thankful for the love, laughter and joy in my life. I'm grateful for my trials for they showed me how resilient I truly am. I appreciate all the genuine people in my life. The family members that really love my kids and I. The friends both old and new that encourage, motivate and uplift me. This year I learned that God is The Redeemer. He will make a way. He makes no mistakes. He KNOWS what He is doing.

I am forty years old now. I have an adult son and a toddler. I am blessed beyond measure. I'm focusing on my children and myself. I'm going to achieve ALL of my dreams regardless of who does or doesn't support me. I'm going to invest in Jermaine's future. I'm going to take care of MYSELF more. I get so stressed out over the behavior of others. I ALREADY raised one Prince. I wasn't perfect but I did the best I could. I ALWAYS have to be on point because people only care about themselves. I'm FINE with that. In my old age I'm learning to invest ALL my time, resources and energy into my kids. We GOOD over here.

In conclusion don't beat yourself up over ANYTHING. I used to be so materialistic. Time is the most valuable THING on earth. I refuse to spend it dwelling on ANYTHING that doesn't foster my growth. Very FEW people will reciprocate what you did for them. That's why when you do things you must do it from the kindness of your heart. God sees you and that's the ONLY thing that matters. To thine OWN self be TRUE.

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Betty Baisley

As I write but more importantly LIVE I THANK y’all for letting me sit in the front of the bus and listen to music with y’all when I stilll could hear. Papa used to turn the music up real loud for me too on the way to his customers to make his deliveries. For keeping me in Ms, Goldstein’s class knowing I may have needed a different environment. For coming to my first day of Junior High school (albeit afterschool WHO does that?) For pressing my hair SO GOOD the first day of Martin. For telling me that Brooklyn Tech was a memory (I got waitlisted and didn’t want to go to Summer School to get in because I didn’t want to go there and NANA and GRANNY knew it! ) To not beat myself up over it. (Mommy is STILL MAD in Heaven❤️) To standing outside Martin with Aunt Colette and Mommy because the girls didn’t like me but the boys did! The most important lesson I learned was to put ME FIRST! NANA you loved us ALL independently and individually. You made sure we had toiletries, pens ...

Family Ties

When you are an overachiever, successful and KiND you can’t let people drain and drag you down because they can’t RELATE. It will change your personality because you will be on sets and in rooms that you don’t belong in. Don’t you think I KNOW that if I was docile, submissive, subservient and STUPID what my life would be LIKE? Who I would of become? Where I would of ended up? Until RECENTLY I HONESTLY was SCARED to TELL my STORY. I STILL wasn’t READY. But being at Auntie S’s beautiful home last Christmas and her pleading with me to WRITE our STORY with her beautiful, clear Doe looking eyes that mirror my Grendmothers I KNEW I had too. Nana used to look at me the SAME way. Because my Uncle Sam who has ALWAYS had my BACK throughout my entire life whether it be OVERJOYED I was SKIPPING a GRADE. Helping me write my business PLAN, letting me drive his BRAND new CAR for my road test and being the FIRST one in my FAMILY including my parents that I told I was pregnant wi...

Turning the Page

Mommy and her friends at Russo’s on the Bay at a Post office reunion. Uncle Goode sent me this and boy oh boy was I startled this morning. I see her life as a testament that you reap what you sow. It takes under ten seconds to tell anyone what you do for a living. My Mother worked in the Post office her entire career. After a brief stint as a teenager with Auntie Helen at ironically the phone company. Choosing a federal job over the BANK! She was hired on the SPOT as a woman of color because she was a mathematical genius. Courtney inherited that trait for her. She was seventeen years old. Tour 1 like a FOOL (11pm-7am)she would say. After she began working in the Vault 7am-3pm after almost thirty years of the night shift. She was in the vault in the Post Office at JFK in NYC on September 11, 2001. She was concerned about me getting home newly hearing impaired at MetroTech downtown Brooklyn. I love EVERYTHING about you Ma but the BEST thing was you were so GENUINE...

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