The musing I’m about to share may be some of my most transparent. It’s about the ability to practice quiet acceptance…a concept that sounds simple, but in reality, it takes strength, discipline, and maturity to live out. I learned a long time ago that complaining doesn’t change anything. Neither does…
Imposter syndrome is a hater… and it cannot stand me being confident in anything positive in my life. That little voice likes to creep in whenever something good starts happening. It whispers things like, “Are you really qualified for this?” or “What if you mess it up?” And while I…
Some friendships are seasonal, and there’s nothing we can do to change that. In fact, why would we want to? If God allows a friendship to shift, fade, or end, that’s not by accident. It’s divine redirection. The truth is, we often step into friendships with the belief that they’re…
There comes a point where the mirror stops lying. Not because it ever really told the truth, but because you stop dodging it. You see yourself, unfiltered, raw. You see the excuses you’ve dressed up as “valid reasons.” You see the “I’ll start tomorrow” promises that have stretched into months,…
Can we stop thinking things are “too good to be true”? Seriously. Can we stop side-eyeing our joy and second-guessing the very things we prayed for? We deserve good things. We deserve peace. We deserve ease.We deserve to feel loved, seen, and cared for without suspicion or shame.We deserve to…
The legacy of Malcolm-Jamal Warner has impacted me in ways I didn’t see coming. I’ve been sitting with this…reflecting not just on his roles or the art he’s shared with the world, but the deeper truth behind how people speak of him. His friends. His family. His colleagues. They speak…
We never met them. We didn’t grow up in the same neighborhood. We didn’t sit at their kitchen tables or get phone calls from them on hard days. And still… when they pass, it hits like a wave. Unexpected, deep, sometimes even confusing. Grieving a celebrity often gets brushed off…
There was a time when I experienced a particular ache that came with not being chosen. Not just once. Not just in love….but in a pattern. It was a quiet ache that built over time…like a song on repeat that nobody else seems to hear but you. I’ve spent years…
Personal Musing:There’s a kind of silence that feels sacred…and then there’s the silence that feels like abandonment. I used to cherish my quiet mornings. The stillness before the world woke up felt like prayer. But lately, silence has felt different. It’s been showing up in places where there used to…