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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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