Last May (2017), the day before my teacher candidates’ graduation ceremony, I woke up with blurred vision in my right eye. The birds were chirping, as usual, the sun was shining through my yellow curtains, and the bold red furniture in my bedroom was an indistinguishable blob. Two nights before, I contently ate Chicago mix popcorn from Trader Joe’s and Haagen Daz ice cream bars. That was dinner. I may have had a smoothie the next morning and then rushed off to pilates. For the most part, I maintained healthy eating habits, enjoyed running, dancing, and working out. I even surprised myself by the “balance” I maintained between a healthy personal life and juggling work. Because of food intolerances, I’m forced to eat mostly healthy foods, but when stressed and emotionally drained, I found my way around it. Gluten-free ginger cookies and Chicago mix popcorn were my jam. Something told me to slow down and grab a meal before rushing off to my next responsibility, but I was late. I headed to the car dealership and still denied listening to my body. Instead of hopping a shuttle somewhere to grab a real meal I snacked on whatever was available. To this day, who knows if these actions were the cause of my vision loss. There are myriad possible culprits: Stress over an ongoing break up, a sketchy contact lens fitting with my optometrist, and/or the stress of too many demands at my job. I may never know, but what’s more important to me now are the lessons I learned.
I endured 7 months from May 2017 to December 2017 of some of the deepest levels of suffering I had ever experienced. Only those closest to me witnessed a slither of this. Work carried on as usual and I managed to experience much joy at the same time. My mom was in the hospital for the duration of that time. Due to multiple forms of oppression, family trauma, and my own social and cultural capital, the weight of it fell on me, or at least it seemed that way. I spent those months back and forth to New York at least four times, often neglecting myself in the process. It took me a while to gain a better perspective. It took me a while to pace myself, slow down, seek the medical attention I needed, and trust that I was doing the best I could for those around me. I spent the summer undergoing several tests, worrying about finances, and navigating a health care system that devalues Black women and poses every bureaucratic barrier possible for those from economically dispossessed communities to access the proper care they need and deserve. I underwent a handful of brain, optical, and spinal MRIs, a lumbar puncture, blood tests, and other medical scares. I worried. I tried to control. Today, one year later, I still do not know the cause. But I learned. And I am still learning. Worrying and control only intensify the suffering. Though it’s hard to remember in rough moments, things always come to be as they are, so we might as well take two seats. We are the waving ocean, with ebbs and flows.
I gained a better understanding of the teaching that “Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know” (Pema Chodron). I learned to love, myself, first and foremost. As Jasmine Syedullah says, “I had to learn to love my suffering” and claim my joy. This meant pausing and seeing myself, rather than seeing what others expected of me. Loving myself means truly committing to nourishing my physical body with healthy foods and staying active. This cannot be theory or a fickle thing. My life depends on it. Loving myself means embarking on an ongoing journey of defining myself for myself and discerning between what resonates with my core versus external weights placed on me. I had to choose the right environment for me. I feel joy and peace in my home and environment in California. I had to own this as fact rather than making myself sick by forcing myself to stay in New York City long-term, a place I love to visit and cherish for the many connections I have, but feel overwhelmed by with its brusqueness. Loving myself means developing healthy personal and professional boundaries. I had to and continue to come to terms with the tension I feel between my life and my mom’s life. Sankofa. I would not be where I am today without her love and resilience. I trust that I have done, and continue to do my best. I now recognize that my body tells me when I have done my best. If knots form in my stomach or I’m lethargic, it’s time to slow down and prioritize myself. I’m still learning boundaries at work. It dawned on me that in work and life I am a caregiver. Caregiving is reciprocal, it nourishes the caregiver and the cared-for, but it’s also draining. I have to say “no.” I have to sign off from e-mail on the weekends. I have to work on not internalizing the suffering of those around me. I have to speak up when I feel I am taken for granted. I have to speak up when I experience and witness white supremacist toxic masculinity and respectability politics. I have to sit, pause, reflect, and constantly grow in this journey of being true to myself.
I also learned to love others, their joy, and their suffering. My understanding and experiencing of love had been evolving over time. Much of it learned through relationships with my found family. I learned that love is giving, most importantly, presence. Love is knowing someone is here in its myriad manifestations: Time, an ear, food, humor, physical closeness, encouragement, honesty, and vulnerability. I learned that love is listening without feeling the need to change circumstances, control, or find the solution. Once I stopped grasping for love that wasn’t right for the moment, I got to know a beautiful form of love beyond what I previously fathomed. I knew it existed in theory, but somehow it registers viscerally once it comes into being.
These experiences have deepened my loving pedagogy. I’m not sure if this academic year was filled with more suffering than in previous years or if I simply brought a different lens to it. I have witnessed colleagues and students falling ill, parents dying, struggles with anxiety and insecurities, internal conflicts about choosing the right career, and copious amounts of stress. These of course, are my interpretations, not theirs. I strive to listen. Within this, I have tried to see my students’ humanity, create space for vulnerability, and share more of mine. I think this approach is constructed as antithetical to academia. While submitting late assignments can be obnoxious, especially when you’re someone like me, who hates grading them and has a busy schedule, in the grand scheme of things I just don’t care that much. They will survive. I am mindful of my overachieving nature and trust that an approach of least resistance can still be productive. My e-mails might be quick and to the point, but they are filled with love. I create space in my class for sharing the highs and the lows and acknowledging our humanity. Some days I am better at this than others. I don’t have the one correct solution for my students. I simply try to share wisdom from my own experience. These are insights I don’t think I would have carried as deeply without this year’s beautiful struggle. Work as an educator is filled with joy and beauty, and at the same time, it’s stressful. We have to deal with myriad demands on our time, multiple forms of oppression, bureaucratic madness, and low compensation. At the same time, we have to love and take care of ourselves and our families. Rest, eat well, pause, move, and connect with others. The path to juggling both is unclear.
Feeling good in my body. Slowing down. The sun shining in my bedroom. My soft furry cat cuddling. The warmth of my man. Reflecting on my achievements and journey in life. My mom’s stories and rhythm within my beat. Fresh clean food and water nourishing my body. Being, laughing, crying, and connecting with my found family. Children growing and making sense of themselves and the world. Working with teachers committed to transformative praxis. Slowness. Hiking in the redwoods, mountains, on the coast, and in the city. Running. Dancing. Traveling. Pausing. I strive to be present with the love and joy that is here.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to process this all. Over the past year I have learned various lessons that remind me to be present during the tough times. Here’s the most recent and benign example. Yesterday, I set out for a 12 mile run. I had been sick the day before because I tried a new energy drink mix after eating all day that did not sit well with my stomach. I texted my running sister and told her I couldn’t make Saturday’s run. We went back and forth and in the end we were going! I was good up until about mile 9, my previous week’s peak. We continued to run and then started encountering a few rolling hills. My legs felt like tree trunks and did not want to lift themselves. My running sister literally had to hold my hand to make me keep up the pace during these times. People were staring and I know I was making the ugliest “I can’t” face ever, but I kept moving. I wanted to accomplish this goal. She believed in me, I had to believe in me. I started thinking I no longer wanted to be a runner. Screw the half marathon coming up in 2 weeks. Then it kicked in, I hadn’t fully understood the notion that running is mental until this moment. When you THINK your body wants to give out the mind truly has to take control and keep you moving. As my sis pointed out…my breathing was fine so I was fine. Honestly, my lungs felt pretty darn good. By mile 10.5/11 I was good again!
Here’s the real point I’m trying to make though. The run might be over now, but this was a huge accomplishment for me that I deserve to relish in and brag about for however long I want. I couldn’t fully recognize its value if I wasn’t present and in tune with myself, all of the emotions, negative self talk, positive self talk, physical pain in various areas of my body that was happening at that moment. Now, I’m home writing this blog, chatting with a friend, and watching a sermon online and I’m fine. In retrospect, yeah, I can do 12 miles again. It’s done, it’s accomplished, and I can rave about it. The adrenaline rush has worn off, but I sit with so many lessons. If I wasn’t present in that moment, I couldn’t fully appreciate having accomplished it. This helps me better understand the Buddhist notion that struggle and joy need each other. Running has become the analogy for so many other things in life for me now. Below are a few examples of how this idea transfers to additional scenarios.
Family: Without seeing my family ill, struggling through the process of not being the one in control, praying for their improvement and just experiencing overall vulnerability and uncertainty, I would not have this deep appreciation for their present recovery and roles they have played and continue to play in my life. Even when we are not facing tough times with family, we need to be present and not take them for granted.
Relationships: I have been single for a while. There are times I relish in this single-hood and times when I wonder when I’ll meet a companion who just feels right. I know the moment is going to come when I’m in a loving relationship and things are “blissful.” Ha! Well, not always. I also realize that these relationships can easily lose their meaning when it just becomes a routine or a given. Being reflective these years, months, days and counting leading up to this point (to come) can help me engage this relationship (to come) with fervor and value the journey.
Work, School, Finance: Right now I am able to live a decent life. Though I may complain about all of the work and wanting more money for vacations, I’m good. I know there will be a day when I am done with school. I know there will be a day when I may have a bit more financial security and control over my work. Again, being present throughout the process helps me recognize my needs in these areas, why I deserve certain wants, and how to use what I have attained for the benefits of others.
I guess the underlying message that I am struggling with putting into words is that once we have what we want it can often lose its zest. If we remember the process it took to get where we want to be, it allows us to enjoy these moments profoundly and continue to strive for increased joy. Sankofa.
I’m almost at 2 and a half years of being natural. It has been quite a journey of figuring out what works for my hair. I think we all go through this process where we are obsessed with trying out a variety of products. Product junkie, anyone? Many women give up on being natural because they can’t seem to find what works for their hair. Or because they expect a product that works one way for another person’s hair to work for their own. Or they are searching for that magical product to make their hair curly when they don’t naturally have S or Z patterned hair. Just like nutrition and exercise, I have learned that we have to be patient and observe how our hair responds to different products and styling processes. Like nutrition and exercise, we may not find any immediate gratification, but staying in it for the long haul pays off. Below are 5 things I learned that DO NOT work for my hair and 5 things that DO work for my hair and why.
DOES NOT WORK:
1. Coconut oil: So many curlies swear by this and I have tried sooooo many times to make it work for my hair. However, because my hair is protein sensitive, coconut oil simply leaves my hair dry and brittle. So…if you are witnessing dry and brittle hair from coconut oil use, it might be a sign of protein sensitivity.
2. Sulfate AND sulfate free shampoos: I have tried so many different shampoos. While transitioning I used Miss Jessie’s cleansing shampoo that was sulfate free. It seemed fine then, but then I checked the rest of the ingredients and there was too much going on. I’ve also tried Giovanni’s, Wen, Curl Junkie’s Cleansing Conditioner (which my hair loved, but I was allergic to), and Trader Joe’s Nourish Spa. Either I was allergic to these or they were just too drying. See Number 3 on my does work list for my solution.
4. Aloe vera juice solo: Sadly, I’m allergic! My hair loves this stuff though. Aloe vera juice is a great hair moisturizer and leaves the hair soft.
5. Glycerin at the wrong dew points and temperatures: One of my faaaaave products is Curl Junkie’s Smoothing Lotion. However, because of the glycerin I do not always get the same results. During the winter when it is cold outside and the Dew Points are below 40 my hair is rough and brittle after it dries. During the summer it does pretty well, it will swell up and get frizzy because the dew points are higher. However, it stays soft and I like big hair anyways. During the Spring and Fall when dew points are bet. 40-60 degrees, you can’t tell me nothing!
1. Olive oil and grapeseed oil: To die for! Grapeseed oil gives me great shine and just refreshes my dull hair.
2. Shea butter: THIS WAS MY LIFE SAVER. Throughout the beginning of my journey I used to seal with oils and my hair would become dry a lot quicker. Because my hair loses moisture fast (high porosity) I need a thick sealant. I also tried various brands of shea butter. I tried the SheaMoisture line too, which a lot of curlies swear by. It wasn’t doing it for me either! Not all shea butters work the same and you definitely want unrefined. So…after my leave in conditioner (Oyin Hair Dew or Curl Junking Smoothing Lotion depending on the season) I slap on my shea butter mixture, twist this bad boy up, and I have moisturized soft hair for days. I like to put olive oil, grapeseed oil, Jamaican Black Castor Oil and Vitamin E in my shea butter mix.
3. Bentonite Clay: THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CLEANSE MY HAIR. Thanks to a couple of great friends, I decided to give Bentonite Clay a chance. It’s a good thing I did. This was the FIRST time I ever cleansed my hair and it felt soft, moisturized, conditioned, detangled, manageable, and I had poppin curls. Need I say more? This is the shit! So…I mix a whole lot of bentonite clay with Apple Cider Vinegar (great for maintaining the ph of the hair and clarifying) and olive oil in a plastic bowl and with a plastic spoon. Don’t use a metal spoon as it affects its potency. It should look like pancake batter or a bit more liquidy. I like to spray my hair with water so that it’s damp, I find it helps with detangling. Some people just apply it while dry. I do it in about 6 sections, 3 on each side and twist each section after. i wear a plastic cap for about 15 minutes to retain moisture. I hop in the shower, rinse it out, and i’m set. i could end there, but I often condition with Yes to Carrots (my holy grail from day 1) to make sure it’s all out and add extra moisture. SOMETIMES, I’ll also use the CJ banana and hibiscus deep conditioner.
4. Products with aloe vera juice as a top ingredient: While I may be allergic to aloe very juice on its own, this isn’t the case with products with aloe very juice. My hair pretty much requires it in order to stay soft, supple, and moisturized. My products of choice are: Oyin Hair Dew, Curl Junkie Smoothing Lotion, and Kinky Curly Knot Today.
5. henna: So I’ve done henna twice now. I’ll refer you to curlynikki.com for her regimen on hennaing. I use Henna Maiden’s Henna and Indigo mix to maintain a black color. Though drying at first, I do notice an intensified curl pattern and a bit more shine. Most importantly, it’s the best way for me to strengthen my hair as various protein treatments have taken me weeks to undo the dry and brittle feeling. So for strength I like henna or light protein treatments like Curl Junkie’s Repair Me.
There you have it peeps. The “products” I have found that work for my hair. If you really notice, they are all pretty natural and simple. Once I learned to simplify my routine, my hair became healthier and grew longer. I don’t have much urge to try new products now. My holy grails are also cheap and last a while. Hopefully this gave you some clues as to what might work for your hair. The cool part is that it may come either from my Does or Does not work list or neither at all. That’s because everyone’s hair is different! Celebrate it!
So I would say I’ve been more consistently running for the past 1.5 months. I know I know, that hasn’t been that long, but I can feel it…I’m a runner! Every year, I start running and I say “I want to be a runner,” but then I slack off. I’ve struggled with this because I found that when it came to certain things in my life, i.e. fitness, chores, I’m never consistent. That has all changed now and I can officially say, “I’m a runner!” I’ve learned so much about myself in this 1.5 months of running and it’s changed me in some serious ways. Below are 5 ways running has changed my life.
1. My skin is clearing up. I know this is a bit on the superficial side y’all, but it’s serious for me. I’ve been battling adult acne for a while. About 3 months ago I went to a dermatologist and we went through a few rounds of topical medications. One minute I thought it was helping, the next it wasn’t, and so on. I kept getting these cystic pimples. Anywho, I completely eliminated gluten from my diet and that helped a lot. Then I started running. Right around my period I did not get those cystic pimples and my pore size may even be decreasing. I think it’s because the sweating is really purging whatever bacteria’s been sitting up in there, the natural way. I also truly think it’s because of my increased water intake as well, which brings me to number 2.
2. improved nutrition, just because…I remember seeing a post somewhere that said “Athletes Eat and Train, They Don’t Diet and Exercise.” This is so true. I’ve been on a journey towards better nutrition for the last 2-3 years. I started listening to my body and learning about various intolerances. I was so sluggish so something had to change. Once I began consistently training for this half marathon I noticed that my food choices became even more lax and all I had to do was listen to my body. If I wanted a bowl full of gluten free pad thai, I could eat it. I trusted that my body needed this for fuel and haven’t felt crappy after. A lot of foods don’t even appeal to me anymore. i.e. gluten or fried chicken, well, maybe sometimes…The thing about it is I know how certain foods will make me feel sluggish when running so I don’t even want it. The BIGGEST thing is I’m forced to hydrate more so I’m hoping I’m finally getting a sufficient daily water intake.
3. My mental and spiritual strength is going through the roof! Haha, maybe I’m exaggerating, but so much is happening with my mind and soul. I’ve been on this journey, really reflecting, getting to know myself, and what God seeks to manifest through me. Running has seriously taken this to the next level. Over the past year God has truly been showing me my strength. Running is now the icing on the cake. I realize that all of those other years when I tried to become a runner, I just wasn’t ready yet. Another quote I saw somewhere, “your body will only go as far as your mind.” It’s so true. After every milestone I make as a runner, I have renewed faith that my body can go even further. Whereas before, I thought of 3 miles, 6 miles, and 13.1 miles as impossible. I looked around at other runners and thought I could never run like them. Well, yeah, I can never run like them and I’m ok with that. I can only run like me. I now understand “my race, my pace” and I’m ok with that. It actually gets me through those runs when I think I can’t go any further. Seeing how much I can push myself in running has translated into other areas in my life. i.e. the fact that I always dread cleaning. Well, I still do, but I’m a bit more motivated to get it done now. Mentally, I no longer think it will take forever. I just have to start and know that I will FINISH. It’s the same with running. Now if only I can apply that to grading papers and writing this here dissertation.
4. A renewed sense of community. I’ve been feeling a communal void for a few years now. I’ve felt like I lack a sense of truly belonging to any particular community. I’ve known that I need to take steps to become deeply invested in a meaningful community, (outside of the broader education world) and I’m working on it. When I consistently started running though I felt like the community found me or rather I more naturally let my guard down and found the running community. Thank God for Black Girls Run. While I’m not even super active, (working on that), their mere existence has given me a sense of belonging. How people refer to each other as “sis” or “sole sister” is truly endearing. The fact that every running level is embraced and supported, is a beautiful thing. There’s also the broader running community. Moments when I speak with colleagues about running or random people on the train. And let’s not forget the cyber running the community. Thank you for giving me a sense of belonging!
5. Freedom! This is a biggie for me. It makes me think back to a virtual dialogue I had with one of my mentors a couple of weeks back (I don’t think she knows I consider her a mentor), but she framed it quite simply. She prioritizes running for her health and to keep her sane. I’ve really been shifting my perspective over the past year and this truly resonates. When I go out to run I allow myself to spend as much time as it takes and schedule everything around this. I know it’s a privilege, but why shouldn’t I have it for ME. As a Black woman, I’ve been programmed to have this superwoman syndrome, and anything that focuses on my betterment is seen as selfish. Well, I’m over that. I only have one life to live and I’m putting me first…I know my efforts come from a good place. I love my parents and am deeply invested in education. I have nothing to prove to anyone else. Overall, this aligns with the way I approach life more and more. I’m ok with saying “no” when it doesn’t seem right. True friends/colleagues/fam will understand. Running allows me to focus on me. It reminds me that I’m ok being single because there are so many things I can do to invest in myself and when the right partner comes along I’ll be ready to bring MYSELF. Lastly, running has pushed me to take (even) more risks. I’ve done and accomplished a lot in my short time on earth, but I want to do so much more. I found myself in a rut for a while where I was waiting for life to happen, but all I have is now. So I’m getting out there and doing what intrigues me. That means, I’m going on a runcation in Jamaica in December by myself! No, I did not wait for other people to confirm that they can join me. I’m all booked and ready to go! Because I can! I’m counting my blessings!
Why are several unhealthy lifestyle choices deemed authentically Black while the healthy ones result in people calling you into question? There is no authentically Black way of eating or staying fit, just like there is no authentic way of being Black PERIOD. Ever have those family events where the conversation starter, is “It’s about time you gained some weight. You’re looking nice and healthy.” Or, being from a southern family, the moment you say you don’t eat pork, you get the side eye. While I do think that you can somewhat gauge a person’s health by examining the outside, i.e. clarity of the eyes, wear and tear on the skin, etc. There is so much going on in the inside that remains invisible. I can be the thinnest person around and have clogged arteries, poor lung capacity, hormonal imbalances, irritable bowel syndrome, etc. Why? Because I live my life based on how the media, friends, family, etc. define healthiness rather than becoming attuned to my body. Below are three controversial issues when it comes to health and black authenticity.
1. You’re gentrified if you go gluten-free
How many folks saw the video that went viral a while back showing how the stores in NYC changed what they sold once they were gentrified? See below.
Hahaha, mad funny, but while I definitely get this, being gluten free, vegan, HEALTHY has somehow become more synonymous with whiteness or wealth. I’ve been interrogated because I live a gluten free lifestyle. I even had a friend hint at the idea that I had some sort of condition in which people obsess over what they eat. Well, let me set the record straight. Deciding to go gluten-free was a 4 year journey for me in which I learned to deeply listen to my body. For about 2 years I noticed a change in my functioning, I had no clue why things suddenly shifted, and I felt pretty defeated. I had very low energy, constant bloating and constipation and acne flare ups. Finally, I started doing some research, spoke with my doctor, and eliminated gluten. What do you know?! My energy shot up and my skin began to improve. It’s still a journey, I have slip ups, but every time I revert back to feeling like crap is more motivation to maintain a healthy lifestyle for me. Plus, now that I better understand what’s happening internally, i.e. auto-immune responses and a decrease in my ability to absorb nutrients, I’m more motivated. So, bottom line, if you have no personal experience with gluten sensitivity or haven’t taken the time out to sense how your body responds to it, don’t buy into the assumption that folks are following a fad. More importantly, don’t tell them that one little cupcake won’t hurt nobody. More on what I’ve learned about gluten sensitivity and Black folk later.
A bit on veganism and vegetarianism. I can’t speak much about this from a personal perspective, but anyone remember that video of the 70 year old black woman in florida who looks 40? ‘Nuff said. This is something I’m beginning to explore more.
2. Why you working out you already thin?
We have truly been led astray if we think that working out is just about being thin. This goes for thick and thin people alike. Many thick folks take pride in their bodies and see a resistance to working out as a resistance to mainstream norms. Thin folks claim that they don’t need to work out because they already are thin. Again, one’s authenticity often gets called into question because supposedly Black women in particular are supposed to be thick and working out is seen as counter-productive to this. Either way, our emphasis is being placed on the wrong things. We are so focused on our external physical selves and forget about the internal. It’s also not about working out, but maintaining a healthy lifestyle. Our body thanks us in so many ways when we are active. This activity can take the form of walking, taking care of the children, playing a sport, sex, dancing, hitting the gym, hiking, bicycling, etc. Our energy and mood is better when we are active, our internal organs get the oxygen and blood circulation they need in order to thrive, and the muscle mass improves our metabolism. This is not at all to say that physical appearances don’t matter. And of course, there are times when I notice the bulge in my belly and I want to do something about it. However, if I’m more in tune with my physical needs, I’m less driven by superficial distractors, which leads to more positive self talk. Get active. Get aware. Love yourself.
3. We don’t do therapy
In so many cultures, it’s taboo to go see a therapist and/or get counseling and the black community is no exception. We are supposedly too strong for therapy, and yet, we suffer. While we might attempt to support each other as best as possible we can carry all of the burdens on our own. I can support my sista as best as possible, but her needs might go beyond my capacity. We need to face our emotions and our psychoses in order to continue healing. Avoiding our problems can worsen matters. The challenge is that there are practical reasons why we need to maintain this appearance of holding things together. Society does not afford Black people the space to show weakness. However, we need to delve into our souls, face ourselves and our communities in order to grow stronger. Let’s also recognize the multiple ways to engage in therapy that go beyond sitting in a room with white walls across from someone we have never met before in our lives. I do think that finding the right therapist can be extremely helpful, but therapy can also come in the form of meditating, exercising, listening, speaking to confidants, taking a break, journaling, doing a hobby, etc. Most importantly, it boils down to listening to your social, emotional, and psychological needs and doing something about it, rather than avoiding it. For more on this topic, I highly recommend Terrie M. Williams’ Black Pain: It Just Looks Like We’re Not Hurting.
So, did you notice a trend here? My final message is that the more we listen to our nutritional, physical, and mental needs, the more in tune we are with ourselves, the more fulfilling of a life we can lead.
YOU are fabulousness. Yes, fabulousNESS. Not to toot my own horn, but if you are reading this it’s probably because you are in my circle of friends. I should probably rephrase that, if you are reading this and appreciate the contents (though you may not agree 100%) then you are probably within my circle of friends. If that is the case, I know that you are fabulous, but do you know it? While I can say this about you, have I internalized it about myself?
Here’s where I’m coming from. How many times have you doubted your potential or convinced yourself not to do something? “I can’t begin investing in real estate, I need to pay off my debt.” “I’m not ready to go to law school yet, I have other people to support.” “I can’t make this big move at the last minute, I’ll burn bridges with my current employer.” “This presentation is going to suck, I’m so anxious.” “I can’t focus on my writing, I need a job that provides solid income.” “How could that fine ass dude be interested in me?” I’m guessing you get the point by now.
NOW, how many times have you ran this script through your mind or actually verbalized it, but took the risk anyway and you were a success? I ask this because when I reflect on my experiences, probably 9 out of 10 times when I predicted a negative outcome or made an excuse, but went for it anyways, I prospered in the end. Now, maybe it’s luck or God’s favor, but maybe just maybe it could also be that I am FABULOUS! Usually, us folks who were not raised with privilege do not allow ourselves to believe that we are AMAZING and can accomplish brilliant things. My goal isn’t to create a fairytale, we surely cannot ignore that we do not live in a meritocratic society and success is not as easily attainable by us marginalized folks. However, speaking from experience, I’m usually able to accomplish more than I give myself credit for.
Now I will toot my own horn for a second because if I don’t, who will? I certainly have been surrounded by enough messages at work, school, and in the media that Black women are far from the cream of the crop. So…I have managed to successfully pass my dissertation proposal hearing after dealing with serious family issues and juggling multiple jobs. Not only did I have a successful hearing, I did a damn good job and looked good too. Meanwhile, I was nervous and anxious as hell before it all started. I’ve started noticing that when I make eye contact with potential partners, they look back. Who would have thunk that person would be interested in me? I’ve submitted job applications, and wow, they respond immediately! I randomly went out for a run one day and after each mile just kept going until I had ran 6 miles. I haven’t ran 6 miles since high school. Meanwhile, I keep saying I could never build up to running a half-marathon or marathon. I’m always anxious before giving a presentation or starting to teach a new class and then I end up having fun and making folks laugh, it feels kind of like improv. I think I’ll stop tooting my own horn there, well at least online. I’ll allow these positive scripts to continue playing offline.
This brings to the title of this post “How long will it take YOU to internalize your own fabulousness?” I ask this question because I have been proven over and over again that I am the bizness even when I doubted myself. I figure the more I see how I come out on top the less I will fear otherwise. I’m asking you to take a moment to reflect, how many times have you come out on top when you’ve doubted yourself? What can you learn from each of these scenarios? Whenever we hear those negative scripts playing let’s remember the times we prospered. Eventually, the positive scripts will come out on top as well. Be. See. Feel. Believe in your fabulousness!