At the stroke of midnight, I ate 12 raisins, one at a time, each one representing one wish for the New Year...Wishes fulfilled, I embark on a new journey. A journey of writing, motherhood and reflecting on this thing called life.
Doing a little reflecting to remind myself why I write and stumbled on this awesomeness. When I first saw this post, I was filled with such pride that my writing was really being read and LIKED by fellow writers. My heart was so full. A much needed reminder for me to get back to it. Many thanks to https://brazenshe.wordpress.com/ 🙂
It’s funny how putting yourself out there is a great way to meet people.
Definitely more effective than my old favorite method – Keeping to myself and hoping to be noticed.
Along my journey at Brazen She I have met some really cool people. I want to give back to this great community.
Here are my top 5 favorite woman bloggers who I’ve met during my time here. They are a diverse group of voices each of whom enriches the world using her unique perspective. These ladies are brazenly themselves.
Breeta –A Voice
Breeta shares her experience and perspective with infectious enthusiasm. She shares her struggles, her insights and, more than anything else,her favorite songs.
Sometimes just coming along for the ride is not to be missed. In a post under the hashtag#Drunkposts, she writes,
And watching Heath Ledger as Patric, all young and bright-eyed and sweet…
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Life is a bit overwhelming in my little corner of the world at the moment.
I ended my first day back to teaching yesterday feeling like a boss. Rather, like a dumb boss.
He tries my patience like no one ever has. But for a brand new three year old I can reason with him surprisingly well.
These principles that have been so prevalent in years past, are almost non-existent this year due to how differently school and our classroom function this year. This is a realization I didn’t make until very recently and now vow to change for the remainder of our time together. We can no longer gather and drum (and really get close and talk) the way we would have in the past, but on this last day of Kwanzaa that recognizes Imani (faith), I have faith that I will ensure my students are not denied these foundational principles of being (specifically as Black learners but as members of humanity as well), independently and together as a community.
I like to joke and say that he’s mine, all mine, but I know that he’s not. He’s his own person, with his own purpose and place in this world.
They said 2020 was the year of vision, clarity and focus. They were right, and for this, on the 2nd last day of the year I’m grateful. I give thanks for 2020 allowing me to clearly see my Nia, my purpose. I know why I’m here, I know what I’ve got to do and I continue to be excited for my journey.
A dear friend who I don’t think I’ve seen all year long just dropped off a Christmas gift for me. In the gift was a handwritten note that warmed my heart. Despite the chaos of the year, thoughtful actions and gestures keep making their way to me. On this 3rd last day of 2020 I give thanks for thoughtful gifts. I’ve received all year long and I’m grateful.
Grace has been a common theme for me this year. Mostly in terms of me thinking I didn’t have enough. Grace kept popping up in podcasts I’d listen to, books I was reading, shows I was watching and conversations with friends.
On this 5th last day of 2020 I give thanks for dance. Dance hasn’t been a major part of my year this year, for obvious reasons, but my dance ladies have been.