Conquering Fear: A Trip Through the Wilderness

I do not like woods or wildlife. Animals frighten me, and I’m not particularly fond of bugs. But when my co-worker invited me to check out his workspace, as part of my on-boarding, I was in full support. I was familiar with his location since, in the past, we’ve utilized his beautiful outdoor oasis for events. The last time I’d been there, spring had just started breaking through. The grounds I’m most familiar with resembles camping space—there’s a barn, a firepit, and an ‘in progress’ fire pit. It’s a beautiful space. This particular time visiting, I was interested in him taking me through the garden that I’d never seen and hearing him explain the development of the space itself.

That’s certainly how the meeting started, before it took its turn.  

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Love Redefined

I wrapped up a client meeting and went to meet a few friends from college for drinks. These guys were my lifeline during my last two years. I didn’t quite trust many women—most of them wanted to be my friend to gain entry into my sorority—so I resulted to my amazing roommates and these guys. We dubbed ourselves the “frat house”, and I was the first and only lady every admitted to the crew.

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Stillness as a Form of Self-Preservation

I had a conversation with God shortly after my utter depletion a few months ago. I had been fighting a battle that wasn’t mine and He was adamant about reminding me of that. My complete exhaustion was the first reminder, His words were the second.

“I didn’t tell you to do any of that,” He declared as I ranted to Him about all I had done to get me out of the situation I (still) found myself in.

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Silencing the Voices

What if I can’t afford it? What if I lose my job and my credit tanks? What if God didn’t call me to do this work? What if I’m not as purposed as I thought I was?

These are only a few of the thoughts that have been piercing my mind lately. I’ve been making tremendous strides toward growth, healing, and greatness – and my spiritual obedience has been top notch, too. But despite the feeling of achievement, these thoughts have been echoing loudly within.

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The Breakup Was Better

I thought I learned a lot in my relationship. We came from very different walks of life, so I thought learning how to work together and deal with our differences taught me everything I needed to know about building a budding relationship. I just knew I had been stretched as far as I could have been with everything we went through together. But the years following our relationship transformed me into a woman I never thought to become.

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On Grief and Loss

I was going to start my April posts off differently, but the brutal assassination of rapper and community activist, Nipsey Hussle, haunts me. Like much of the black community, I’ve been grieving since Sunday.

I watched the videos. All of them.

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Coming into Your Own: A Lesson on Authenticity, Alignment, and Purpose

I muscled into my hotel room with great disappointment after turning down a lunch date with colleagues. It was a long walk from the convention center to the Westin, so I had plenty of time to think about what I had just done. I needed a listening ear and a loving heart, but as I entered the room to explain my error to my best friend, nothing came out. I was so upset at myself that I couldn’t even express how I felt.

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Navigating a Toxic Work Culture as a Woman of Color: A Personal Testament

“Hey, our online request form is down. Can you help resolve?” I asked. A critical function of our office is being able to process certain requests in a timely manner. In this situation, however, we were unable to receive requests because that part of the site was down. It hadn’t even been 24-hours before we started receiving frantic e-mails from students and alums who had tried to access the form but were met with this roadblock.

There was no solution at the end of her e-mail. No alternative she was willing to offer up.

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Sisterhood Saved Me At A Time When I Least Expected It (Christina)

For as long as I can remember I’ve been presented with these false narratives. Narratives that perpetrated the belief that women are catty, jealous, bitter, and incapable of nurturing and maintaining genuine relationships with each other. We have of course also been presented with positive displays of sisterhood in movies, television, and magazines. I just couldn’t help but notice the overwhelming number of portrayals that depict women in a light that made it seem slightly unrealistic for women to possess drama-free, healthy, and stable relationships.

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Sisterhood Saved Me: I Have the Scar to Prove It (T. Lloyd)

“Tassy, check your breast.”

My aunt’s voice was unusually stern. Her brown locks swung past her shoulders as she waited for me to do it that very second. So, I did. I placed my right hand on my left breast and felt a lump the size of a chickpea. I opened my eyes and jumped out of bed.

It was only a dream, right? There’s no way I have a lump in my breast. Not after my dad died. Not after the way my dad died.

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The Beauty of Friendship (Latrelle)

Do you know how amazing it is to be surrounded by such beautiful, smart, fun and resilient women? Words can’t even begin to describe it. I’ve been so blessed to have such great friends that sometimes I forget many women have never and will never experience the beauty of friendship. Some don’t even desire to have a sisterhood. Casting friendships aside because of petty differences and unnecessary drama.

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Sisterhood Saved Me A Seat at the Table (Roco)

Yetti is the first to notice that I’m on mimosa number three. I’m mid-pour, with my eyes down, dousing my internal fire with glass after glass of alcohol. She bores holes into my eyelids for a full thirty seconds before I allow her eyes to catch mine. She twists her face into a shame-on-you scowl, then clears her throat and laughs. I shrug and laugh with her.

I am seen.

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I Found It On The Internet (Yetti)

I found it on the internet, buried within the comment section of a rant that highlighted my lack of self-confidence and my continued battle with Imposter Syndrome. It was subtle yet affirming, and to be honest, it went slightly over-looked. My dwellings on the internet was simply a space for me to unravel without the people I knew in real life catching a glimpse of my vulnerability. But that comment was just the beginning of something very permanent.

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