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What a Difference a Year Makes

 WCW I really am ENJOYING life! The first rule is don’t sweat the PAST! I am and always will be a perfectionist and a HOARDER🤣🤣🤣🤣I always disappointed myself and my attachment to my possessions was UNHEALTHY! If you throw some shit away you can buy more shit KIM! Clearing the clutter and chaos has sustained me! And I can buy NEW shit 🤣🤣🤣🤣


So many events happened! Big David changed my LIFE! He did! He set me on a trajectory that God instilled in Him! He sees in my sons and I a LIGHT that I NEVER did! He turned it ON! 


The ache I have for my Mother was like a veil that I lifted daily(she would of loved that analogy ❤️) happiness was a cloak that I adorned periodically. (Another Gwen gem) I was lost and my hearing, my EARS were truly GONE. Through this tumultuous time I found my VOICE! 


Aunt Brina passing away from Covid in NY was also a catalyst. The small shit doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things we call LIFE! The most independent and organized one out of everyone in the WORLD 🙏🏾 I wept for my Aunt who may of not physically of birthed a child but was a Mother to ME time and time again! To us ALL. I took comfort in knowing she was reunited with our loved ones and I did RIGHT by her when it mattered! I FELT her in her house with those Rockaway views OMG! Watching the Sunset it was so beautiful! 


I’m KIM I keep it a 100 ALL the TIME! She did TOO and that’s a trait that was passed on to ALL of US! I look back at pictures of US we did THAT EVERY time! We did we are a FAMILY and I try to be a representation of that! 


This traveling journey I am on is so therapeutic. A wise MAN told me to OWN my disability. To focus on lifting stigmas and soaring to new heights! Literally, figuratively and physically. A man of few words the wisdom and ideology that he imparts has led to insurmountable strides. Traveling in the world  with a disability is a monumental task. With Covid and the masks hearing impaired people can get LOST? Hopefully one day I can sit down with Oprah and tell her ALL about it! 🙏🏾










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