What’s Going Well?


I am sitting in front of my computer trying to figure out how to start this post and that is a problem. Why? Because I promised myself that nothing will be forced. So instead of over thinking I’ll make this simple.  Continue reading “What’s Going Well?”



Time | 10:06 AM
Location | Work, hardly working, but will get a lot done today at around 3:00 PM (no judgment)
Eating | Yogurt, crackers and cheese for Breakfast, no I am not on a diet, just find this to be a convenient meal option, that is all.
Listening | Color Full Lives Podcast: #Blessed and Unbothered; This episode is about relationships. I listen to various podcast from entrepreneurship, business, finance, wellness, and entertainment. However, this episode was right on time, informative, and very fun to listen to.
Reading | New York Times opinion column
Thinking | About my recent choices, some I’m very proud of, and others I’m trying to figure out. What I must say is that I need to forgive myself for the ones that damage me. Damage is sometimes necessary.

Planning | Finances. I am trying to be in a certain position within the next couple of months because I am so serious about moving. When I came back home from my secret getaway, I was sad. I love New York but I am ready to experience something new. I’m prepping myself right now for the change. Sometimes I eat dinner alone and go to places I never been alone, so when I move across the country to a place I know no one, I can do the same and attempt to adjust. It’s a start.

What are you up to?

To the 16-year-old girl sitting across from my desk

High school is tough. A lot of impressing people who you won’t remember in 10 years. You try so hard to impress the third guy that made you feel “beautiful”. The attention is definitely an experience. But there’s more to the attention, you need your education.
I told her today, if I had the opportunity, I would change a lot. I remember failing my entire sophomore year of high school because of peer pressure. But I quickly cleaned that up. Maybe it was the threat my mother gave at parent and teachers conference, or maybe that heartbreak that made me want to stay away from everyone.
But there were still many decisions that I made years later because of that one year. As I told her my age, which I never really do, I told her to confide in me. Hear me out, I have a story to tell. I spoke about my poor choices that lead me to miss out on applying for the proper schools during Junior year. The pride I had instead of asking for help when it came to math, I regret that now. The “boy”, I invested in at 18, who didn’t invest in me. Took me 6 years, a lot of anger, a stiff neck every winter, and whole lot of forgiving him and myself. Yet, all the many choices that I made weren’t revolved around improving me.
I told her the road she’s on is a dangerous one. She recently had to experience an abortion, which didn’t seem like it was enough to scare her. But fear wasn’t what I wanted to place in her heart. I wanted her to see how important she is. That regardless of how things are currently, the world needs you. You add to the world, and someone see’s that, now its time for her to agree.
I told her she has her life ahead of her and if she thinks high school is tough, imagine what college must be like. Your teens aren’t as bad as your 20s. If she thinks she’s feeling pressure now, call me when your 27.
A few hours later in conversation with a friend I said, “I wonder what many blessings I’ll be receiving because God placed me in this position “. Some days I truly believe he places me in situations to change perspectives. Although it sometimes feels like a burden, I’m happy that I can add to someone’s life.
To the 16-year-old girl sitting across from my desk, I am not in the greatest of places. I am not doing bad but I could be doing better. I strive for better. You will be great in what ever you apply yourself to. This is not easy, and the circumstance makes it feel impossible. But even the impossible is possible. Sometimes we need guidance, so I will guide you for a little while. It’s the least I can do being that I was once you, lost at the age of 16. Don’t worry, I am a public school kid too.