This post isn't about weight loss. It isn't a before & after story. ⁠

It is the fullness of me, surrendering to the process of coming into acceptance with myself. With my truth, with my heart, with my body, with my mind. ⁠

My headspace at the moment...

I sit and am aware of the dysfunction that exists around me.

At home.

At work.

Putting pen to paper, or writing that first note, saying the words, “I love you”, or courageously saying “No more”. Enrolling in that class that scares you and thrills you at the same time, or diving into a new venture, saying “Yes!” to that dream trip you’ve always wanted.

It's time to kick that toxic BS to the curb. Do like Beyonce, push that ish "to the left", and lean into ⓉⓇⓊⓈⓉ. Turn these statements into empowered ones:⁠

I used to hate Father’s Day.

For most of my life, I would look at Father’s day as a big question mark.

“Father’s Day? What does that even mean? A day to celebrate broken homes and absent fathers?”

It's harder to sleep.

It is 2:00 in the morning and I am awakened with a message on my heart that must be expressed.

Sorrow and joy, both endless and full, fill each moment and offer a choice.

"Which will you choose?"

It’s not black versus white, it’s everyone against racists.

There's a lot of pain, fear, and ignorance speaking right now. There are SO many triggers in these conversations that are rooted in over 400 years of pain, violence, and killing.

Microaggressions... the normalized face of racism:

The times when being followed in a store. I have be considerate of my appearance, to dress well to avoid/lower these instances.

To my friends who know the power of thought and mind and how it creates our experience:

I have a message I need to share from my spirit to you about these masks and this thing called Covid...