Easy Like Sunday Morning

Good Morning Everyone! I feel AMAZING and I hope you do TOO!

Worry is the thief of JOY! I put EVERYTHING into changing my LIFE. EVERYTHING! Old keys don’t open new doors. Yes I am ALOT! That’s how GOD CREATED ME.

One day your life will flash before your eyes. I KNOW my Mother thought “Kim and the baby will be OK because Helen, Colette and Daniele will help her” She was correct. I do NEED help. I am NOT a MACHINE. But to whom much is given much is required. I’m thankful for my TRIBE.

My DREAMS for my SONS are to be self-sufficient. That’s IT. The magnitude of THAT lies in their will and desire to succeed. Just to be able to walk this earth and truly take care of themselves. Our lives are going to take us to different corners of the World because I made the first step three years ago to get on that plane.

I digress-if NOTHING I say resonates with you let me CLEAR-you cannot stay stagnate, you have to live your life genuinely and you cannot be consumed by how other treat you. That is their lot in life not YOURS. It honestly made me see my GROWTH by how others attempted to COME for me. I’m the bitch of ALL bitches but that’s for ANOTHER post.

This year is almost over and I cannot BELIEVE how FAR I have COME. I am by no means PERFECT but I’m as REAL as they COME ya HEARD.

They will ask me how I DID it and I will say “I tried to SHOW you.”

Keep GOING.

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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 ...

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