It has been a while since my last post and I apologize for that.  This blogging is a hard job to do and keep up with consistently.  I commend those that I follow and don’t follow that make that commitment to keep their name constantly in that loop.  I’ve been listening and learning to soak up that information that only comes from experience.  Not everything can be learn from a book!  But I have done some soul searching and figuring out where this thing we call life is leading me.  It’s a never ending process but at some point you have to make a commitment towards what you want to accomplish in the end.  BEGIN WITH THE END IN MIND!  I have heard this a lot lately from a variety of people with very different backgrounds. So it must be something to it.  I’m focusing on where I want to be in the future and working towards that path.  I have made that commitment to myself.  I know where I want to be now I have to do the hard work to achieve it.  I have plan my small achievements to build towards that big reward in the end.  With all that said, the time is now to move forward..  today…


“It seems I am running out of words these days. I feel as if I am on a linguistic treadmill that has gradually but unmistakably increased its speed, so that no word I use to positively describe myself or my scholarly projects lasts for more that five seconds. I can no longer justify my presence in academia, for example, with words that exist in the English language. The moment I find some symbol of my presence in the rarefied halls of elite institutions, it gets stolen, co-opted, filled with negative meaning.”

~ Patricia Williams 1995

I came across this quote today as I was reading my book, Black Feminist Thought by Patricia Hill Collins.  This best describes how I feel. I’m stuck at the fork in the road, this road is called Life Road(LOL). I’m trying to figure which path will be best for me but its hard to choose because I don’t know what lies down each path.  I tried following the path that people said is best for you but you know what I realize I hated that path.  Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with where I ended up at following the safe path. This just isn’t me. I look back at all the choices I had made in my young 34 yrs and see that I played it safe because of that path of what is best for you. Now I can think of all the things I could have done or been if I just went with my first mind.

Now that I am older and a little more experienced with life I have come to see how blindly I was living. Now that I can see  clearly I can make better choices for myself. The country is quick to sell you a dream or more like a nightmare. Now I know that the right path for me is the one that I will be making which will lead to a better me, a happier me.