From August 25, 2020

I don't know what y'all doin', but I'm over here about to turn 51 next week appreciating all the wonderful ways God has blessed me. This time last year I was a million miles away from where I am now. At least that's how it seemed. But God was always there, telling me to hold on. To keep going. To keep showing up suited ready to play. There were times I didn't get put in but I sure did show up. Sometimes looking tired. Sometimes in tears. And at every brick wall, and there were many, God showed up as God and made a way out of what seemed like no way. But sure as there was a God, there was a way. Sometimes the way just wasn't my business. Sometimes the way was bigger than my understanding could hold. Today I am a walking and breathing hallelujah. A testimony. A praise report. I look back and I can't tell you how I did it. Because I didn't do it. I am thankful to God. To my ancestors. To my guides. To my sisters and brothers who prayed and gave and held me close. Who lifted me when I could not lift my own good body. When I did not know my body to be good. I am thankful for my son, the quietest riot. My partner on the path. My wealth is my friendships. My wealth is you. You and your perfect timing. You and your knowing when to call and text and not taking it personal when I commit and then back out. Special shout out to

Valerie Bridgeman who loved me all the way through the absolute darkest days of my life. I won't ever stop typing if I get specific. Just know that Valerie be Valerieing! Shout out to

Dietra Walker Nspire 

who was driving while I was in her backseat one night and I swore there were monsters back there with me, kept one hand on the steering wheel and used the other hand to fight the monsters y'all. Cussed them out like only Black sisterfriends can. There are many more of you. And I appreciate you all. I do. I really do. You are my blessing. Shout out to you, yes you, reading this right now. To the names and faces I know and the ones I don't. I love you. I love you so much!