Passion…

Thank you Mr. Mandela!

We have a choice in how we choose to live.   Choose today to live BIG!  Today let’s think bigger, push harder and be the greatness that God says we are!  Day by day and step by step!!!!!

Make it a lovely day,

Ms.Dee

What I Know, Not What Somebody Told Me

Everyone should have a kudos list, a reference point of inspiration; a place to go to remind you of who and whose you are when you get off track.  I call mine “What I Know, Not What Somebody Told Me”.  Actually my mother says that when she really wants to drive home a point.

What do you know that no one or nothing can take from you?

• I am a child of God and he has placed great purpose in my life.
• God has gifted entrepreneurs a powerful spirit of generosity.   At the end of the day we’re giving just as much, if not more, than we are getting.
• My little sister is my biggest fan; my older sister, my personal hero.
• My mother absolutely LOVES me – the good, the bad, and the oh so ugly!
• There is little difference between “I’m perfect” and “Imperfect”.
• You cannot do this alone!
• When it becomes JUST about the money, you’ve missed the point.
• Life is best lived with passion, purpose and prayer!

Please feel free to share one or two if you’d like.

Make it a lovely day!

something GREAT is about to happen…

Those are words my co-worker spoke today.  She said she’s been feeling “anxious” about where she is in her life today and where she’d like to be.  Her soul is stirring a big ole pot of great change!  Travel, excitement, challenge, passion, purpose  fun and fulfillment.  I sat starry eyed listening to her because I understand the powerful pull of such desire.  You see, I got a big spoon stirring a pot too!!

So she asked me, “Dee, don’t you feel like something great is about to happen?” 

I smiled a really big smile and excitedly nodded yes and went back to my desk to await my time because it’s coming…I can smell it.

Pity Party

Last night I completed Speech #4 (of 10) at my Toastmasters meeting. I hadn’t done a speech for over three or four months so I felt a little nervous. The speech entitled, Remembering the Renaissance, was in honor of the Harlem Renaissance, a time in history I love and admire; that acts as my “muse”. My inspiration.

So, in the name of  Toastmaster protocol, the audience members are asked to write comments/critiques on little pieces of paper to be given to each speaker at the end of the meeting. One of my notes read “It’s always nice to hear people speak with such passion.”

“Passion?” I thought. It’s crazy because I wasn’t feeling very passionate; I actually was feeling empty about my place, my purpose…where, and if, I’m headed as a writer. I didn’t even do a blog entry this week because I was too busy having that “pity party”.. And I had invited all of my “best” friends. “Negative Self Talk”, “Self Doubt” and her first cousin, “You Ain’t Got No Talent” arrived early to help set up.  I don’t remember “Girl Please” being on the guest list but she was there in a bad, hot pink fedora and matching stilettos. “Fear”, with his fat ass, was late as usual making his infamous grand entrance; he got drunk and then loud. He and “Excuses” sat on the patio and you could hear him all through the house.  It’s like he covered us.  Smothered us.

Passion? Where was Passion? She must have been somewhere because one of my fellow Toastmaster members recognized her. “It’s always nice to hear people speak with such passion.”   Was it a quiet light shining in my eyes.. or the way I spoke about Langston Hughes and Zora N. Hurston?  Was it my personal, internal celebration of a time that inspires me so?  Was it the spirit of the heroes of the Harlem Renaissance?

After the meeting I went home and my “friends” were still there. Drunk and out of place.

After kicking the freeloaders out of my house, I drifted off to sleep in the arms of  my beloved “Baby It’ll Be OK”.  The always voice of my mother.  The sometimes corner of my mind. Good night.

This morning I woke up to find a few of those fools couldn’t make it home and had slept on my couch.  Or anywhere they could find a spot to rest up before their next party… down the street. Across town. In Montana.  Anywhere. Somewhere over someone’s rainbow.  

I tiptoed out, got into my car and reminded God of His promises to me. “Will never leave or forsake… I can do All things …. If God is for me….Love never fails”.  Pulling out of my driveway, I knew they would all be gone when I got home. Useless losers.

Have a Passionate Day and trust Him.  Despite it all.