The Trip to Bountiful

Professionally I feel so empowered, optimistic and Kimmish! I KNOW everything is coming together because God, Daniele and I said so 😏🙏🏾I feel like my Ancestors are so NEAR watching, applauding and loving EVERYTHING I am doing. I’ve learned to invest in myself. And be unapologetic about it as well.

While doing this I have also learned that Nothing is coincidence and The Creator has orchestrated everything for my greater GOOD. There’s a thin line between HURT and ANGER. Sometimes it’s so THIN they TOUCH. I have been ANGRY for too LONG! You know WHY it’s too long? Because every moment I waste being MAD I cannot recover! I miss out on all the JOY in my LIFE!

I am doing FANTASTIC! The ONLY person in this WORLD who ever truly HEARD me gave me a fresh start, another point of view and the resources to change my life! And he didn’t have to! That’s what makes it all the more beautiful. But above ALL he told me that he was HARD on ME because he sees what I don’t! He taught me to LISTEN too...even if you don’t want to HEAR it! Stay busy and OWN my disability! It hasn’t stopped anything ALL these years AND ain’t shit wrong with me...I’ve changed my life.

I made a list of goals in my 60 day challenge! Things I wanted to accomplish-things that almost a month in are not only attainable but I’m pushing harder! I had to focus on what matters and how I want this next chapter of my life to go. Holding on to HURT affects EVERY relationship you have. I can’t make people honor, love or even respect me but I don’t have to deal with you either.

I’m excited about the journey I’m on. Everyone just can’t GO. Especially the ghosts of my past. I’m Ronald’s Child I can hold on to shit FOREVER😏All this butt I have is enough to carry. I had to lighten my load. Queen Cicely spent ninety-six years living her life on her terms and creating magic. And the only man she EVER talked about was Miles Davis.....

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Healing comes in many forms. I can only speak for myself but setting firm boundaries and choosing not to engage works wonders. I literally see people’s names and recoil. I always was making the effort. I’m not begging nobody to be in my life. I didn’t do nothing to nobody. JJ requires so MUCH of me. It’s funny because I realized just how much people don’t give AF when I stopped giving AF. I don’t CARE. If I NEVER spoke to some people again in LIFE I will NEVER give AF. I laugh because life is so much easier without other people sh*t wearing you down. MAD out of NOWHERE. Creating FAKE conflict. Acting like yall not worried about ME but watch EVERYTHING I DO! I raised a whole human being before I was forty. It was good and bad times but at least I can say I was present and didn’t give up. I tell a lot of jokes but I sleep good ever night behind my kids. I do. Can’t nobody make me feel BAD. Some of yall wanna dress like me, have my bubbly personality. Overcome adve...

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...

Betty Baisley

WCW I’m writing about my Grandmother for her birthday. The way she wanted me to when she was alive. The stories that my family attempt to elicit out of me. In 5th Grade I won the NYC Writing Contest based on an piece I wrote about Nana. I literally blocked it out guys ALL these years. Not that it was about her but the depth of the subject matter. It was the only time besides when Carlyn died and my Daddy that I really saw her cry HARD. Even now I feel like I am betraying her(I know for naught) Nothing fazed this WOMAN. To compensate for my deplorable handwriting God assigned me the gift of prose. Mommy was sooo elated. Ms. Rand too. It had been a HARD year for my family I also have a great Memory and my paper Ms. Goldstein held on to it like Ms. Douglas and Ms. Kaplan and Karen Connors would later down the line. They always reread it over and over again and would look at me. When I feel weak and get tired of fighting the powers that be and who don’t BE I draw on ...

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