Some nailed it early. Others spend their entire life trying to figure it out. Many die without living it because they couldn’t find what their life purpose was.
It took me over 2 decades to pinpoint my purpose in life.
It has never been an ambition of mine to be filthy rich. I just wanted to be comfortable and live a happy life — owning a nice house was paramount on my list since I’m a homebody who thrives on beautiful surroundings. and spaces.
Owing a car was more of a necessity than a luxury. I never felt pressured to…
Creatives are unique individuals. They see the world a little differently than others. Unfortunately, their uniqueness is oftentimes misunderstood by others and they lose the confidence needed to earn a good living by not prioritizing their creativity. Creatives sometimes think, unless we get lucky or be discovered it's difficult to earn enough to make a good living.
So it wasn’t strange when Mike called in on the live podcast my son was a guest on two months ago asking for advice on how to get over his insecurities as a creative. …
“A nuh same day leaf drop a water bottom it rotten.”( Jamaican dialect)
“Show me your company, and I’ll tell you who you are.”
“That's your assignment; go figure it out!”
These are just some of the phrases and parables my mother would communicate to my siblings and me. It was her way to let us know she had her eyes on us.
She seemingly had one parable to fit every situation waiting for one of us to mess up so she could use them.
She had a library of sayings with her at all times. I remember her using…
My son is creative at heart. I couldn't steer him away from his passion.
I tried and failed.
I must admit, I was one of those parents’ who shied away from nontraditional careers such as the arts, so much when my son graduated high school and chose a career in the arts field, I didn't support him. Having little knowledge of what the arts entailed at the time, I tried to persuade him to choose a traditional career.
“How about accounting? Accountants make good money, you know?”. “An actuary, maybe? You're good at math,” I hinted. …
Normalcy is abuzz in the United States. The outlook finally seems promising.
In New York, where I live, we’re finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel as most restrictions are lifted and some semblance of normalcy can be seen and felt here and there. Albeit, most New Yorkers including me, continue to wear our masks even when the authorities say we can ditch them at most places once fully vaccinated.
For me, taking that extra precaution gives me peace of mind.
But I can’t help but think, will things ever be the same again? …
Fear taught me to be quiet for much of my life — fear others may see the pain in my eyes, the hurt I felt as a child, and the fear of living in fear was always that whisper within my ear.
But it wasn’t fear that kept me from telling my story as an adult even after overcoming many adversities.
It was shame.
The shame of my circumstance and situation since conception. The shame of my identity, not knowing my father, and ancestry. The shame of the mistakes I’d made throughout life — business, personal, and otherwise.
I’d just had a stressful couple of weeks where I was bombarded with requests for help from friends and family.
To help process this request for help, I wrote an article about it. You can read more about it here.
I had to learn to set boundaries to protect my sanity after becoming overwhelmed by others' problems.
But before I could publish my story, an article by fellow writer, Vishnu*s Virtues derailed my reasoning and left me questioning myself. I felt guilty to the point where I contemplated not publishing the article.
Here's Vishnu's article. He wrote about his mentorship…
I’ll admit it — I’m overly compassionate. I can't turn my back on people needing my help. Being helped by others while growing up, I feel a sense of obligation to return the favor.
Besides that, I’m kindhearted by nature. I sometimes put others' needs and problems ahead of mine, then soon realize it's to my detriment.
“I have a situation I need your help with,” she said as we sat down for lunch at the outdoor dining of a popular restaurant.
Here we go again, I thought to myself. Her voice was too familiar.
I couldn’t believe she had…
I was a mistake since conception. This is what I’d jokingly tell people about my origin story.
Truth be told, I’m the product of an affair my mom had while she was married. I learned to live with this knowledge unbeknown to my parents and made the most by living a happy life.
Years later, I would grow up and make many of my own mistakes — Getting married at 17 was the first big one. I’d never been in a prior relationship. I remembered being scared going to bed the first night after the wedding. The thought of sharing…
Growing up, I didn’t talk much. I had few friends. People would often ask me if I was ok.
Maybe I had a sad presence.
On the contrary, I wasn’t despondent. I was more observant. I listened more than I spoke and learned a lot from practicing this habit.
I internalized my thoughts, and when I felt it was too much in my head, I would write them down in a journal I had.
Writing in my journal releases the tension or anxiety I have.
I had many questions while growing up. I didn’t feel close to my mom to…
A brave writer sharing experiences others won't. Writing to heal, to bring about change, and to make sense of life.