Put it ALL in perspective.

The hardest moments of your life will be when you’re transitioning from one version of yourself to another.

The pressure of personal and professional advancement will get heavier. It’ll be as if a large piece of cement has been laid on your chest and as time passes, it gets heavier and heavier. As this is happening, your tolerance for certain things, things that may not have bothered you before, will become unbearable. You’re losing oxygen and now you’re seconds away from panicking. To reduce the pressure you have to either decrease your altitude immediately or ride it out until you get to your destination.

Ride it out.

With altitude, some people and things are just going to flat-out die: Relationships, friendships, habits, old desires etc.

As things begin to fall off, proceed with your pursuit and continue to go higher. The weight that needs to fall off, will. Don’t be afraid of a little chaos. Let the chaos relieve the pressure as you go higher.

When you’re walking in a life of vision and purpose, you have to come to the realization that not everyone is going to be down with what you’re doing, and you just have to be okay with that.

It’s a long narrow and winding road for sure. But, I guarantee you it’s a road worth taking.

Put what you want into perspective.

Go all in for what you know to be true and allow yourself to be everything good, bad, and/or ugly when necessary. All of it contributes to the making of your journey.

This is life. Pressure and all.

Life isn’t happening to you, but for you.

My trip to the city that never sleeps.

Last night at 4am I got in from a 4-day trip to New York, and I have so much to share on just about everything from economics, race, culture etc.

If I shared everything all at once, this post will probably turn into a book so I’ll do my best to spit everything out, in no particular order.

New York is such an amazing city. Outside of the big city and bright lights aspect, it’s really the people who make New York amazing. Honestly…

The different cultures that fuse into one chaotic interconnected way of life is beyond words.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve visited New York before. Just not like this. I’ve always been in and out.

I had the chance of spending 3 days at an Airbnb spot in Brooklyn before making my trek up and down NYC my last few days.

While spending my 3 days in Brooklyn – Crown Heights to be exact – I met a woman from Germany and another from Korea by way of California. On my last day, I met Adrian. A newly licensed attorney from Canada. We sparked a very enlightening conversation as I was concluding my stay in Brooklyn.

Already, my sense of fulfillment was achieved considering how organically we all fit in one shared space.

I tell ya… Society does a hell of a job making us believe we’re all so different and incapable of living amongst each other in harmony.

Total bullsh*t!

Amref Health Africa, an organization based out of Nairobi, Kenya, is committed to providing proper health care to sub-Saharan communities in Africa. This past Wednesday they held an ArtBall that I so happily attended. I’ll be running on their team for the TCS NYC Marathon. Tell you about that later. 🙂


The ArtBall was something straight out of a movie. High end cocktail attire, open bar, great food, amazing people…you name it. It was spectacular!

The following day I got the chance to attend another art gallery in Manhattan. It was in the lower east side Manhattan are. It was the complete opposite from the ArtBall. Snapbacks, eccentric attire, underground artists and poets and more.

There, I met a lady around my age, about 28 years young if I remember correctly. We spiraled into a conversation about men, race…a whole lot! The conversation developed from a basic who I am and where I’m from conversation.


She was from Germany. She told me her husband was Jamaican. Looking at her you would think her husband was European or American, even. But nope! In my head I was like, you go girl! lol

The conversation got deep when she tried to make sense of the racism in this country. She gave me her experience moving here at the tender age of 18. Did I mention that her 1st husband was Puerto Rican and Black?

Yea.. So you can imagine that she shared some pretty interesting experiences with me. Because I was from Florida and she visited about a year ago and had some not so nice moments while there, she asked me, How did I manage to live in Florida? As an African-American woman, of course.

Wow, right?

She went on to say something that shook my perspective about my race and culture. She said, “Moving here I realized that the black man does not respect their women, so why would they respect me?” She said it was something she recognized as she evolved her awareness while living in the city– east side Manhattan.

She said, not only that, it seems as if they’ll protect women outside of their own race versus their own.

Do you know how that made me feel?

It’s different hearing something like that from someone who shares the same skin color as you. It sounds like you’re complaining or attacking your own in some way. But, when you have someone outside of your race and culture say that, it’s definitely a wake up call.

I’ll be sharing part 2 soon.