In recent weeks I feel like I’ve been pushed to write. Not just for me but write to share, with who, not sure? But here I am! Since Covid, I don’t have the outlets I used to like many of you. So more than ever writing has been an outlet and therapy for me. I am starting to acknowledge that on life’s journey as a woman, you can sometimes lose yourself. As black women we don’t just lose ourselves we also get sucked bone dry: mentally, physically, emotionally and financially. I’m learning to create safe boundaries for myself. Saying no often and being more present and showing up for myself more. I’ve come to appreciate the fact that I can just sit and be still. It’s in the still quiet moments where I gain clarity and hear God’s voice clearer. I don’t think I’ve ever sat still in my adult life until now. I have to do it intentionally so that I don’t get so consumed with, well EVERYTHING. I’m a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a servant (of God and my community). Being so many things is beautiful but can also be overwhelming. When anxiety started to rear its ugly head a couple of months ago and began manifesting in my body physically I knew I had to do something. But I wasn’t prepared for the work. Well at least I just didn’t want to do any work. I’m tired and exhausted and just wore out all the time. Who wants to do more work? Well I realized that I had to, to save myself, my sanity and my health. This is my journey to rediscovering the beauty in me, with my family in tow. Can’t wait to meet you and see the beauty in each of you as well. Cheers to new beginnings!