7 Days and Counting

7 Days and Counting

Well yesterday I didn’t do any cleaning, but since last Thursday my husband and I have been cleaning out the house. It’s amazing how much shit you can collect over the years. 

Because of some of my life’s happenings I thought it was only right to take any and everything someone offers you. *sigh. I was wrong. It’s ok to say “No Thank you”. I also thought it was right to keep things that most people consider trash so I can transform it into art. WRONG AGAIN! Why do we feel like we have to carry EVERYTHING into the future? Most of it we don’t even like! That’s the same thing we do with our minds which is why we can’t move forward!!

Lesson for the day…. Get rid of some shit! -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Independence Day

Independence Day

Independence Day We are living in the land of Unlimited possibilities! You are the only one keeping you from GREATNESS! Like every other country, we’re not perfect, but I’m proud of the country I was born and raised in. Why is this country such a melting pot? Because there is so much opportunity here. We are blessed to have as much as we do including freedom. 

We are able to be and do anything we want. Instead of complaining about the things that are happening in the country remember how blessed you are to have a computer, AC, transportation, clothes and most importantly Freedom! 

Don’t complain… Contribute to this country! Happy Independence Day!!!

Cluster F*ck

Cluster F*ck

I just couldn’t let go… Of anything. I thought I was suppose to keep it all, cherish it. Keep it for memories, but all it’s doing is making me mad and anxious. I don’t feel at peace enough to really rest when I’ve cleaned. There’s so much unnecessary stuff in this house and I’m just now realizing it. 

For the past couple days, I’ve been watching videos about organization, and the last vid I watched talked about a book. I Finshed the book in one day and just reading it gives me peace of mind. I know what I need to do. 

It’s a little scary, but I know it’s necessary. Why is it scary? My husband asked me the same thing. Because it was a comfort thing for me reminding me of my past… The problem is, what do I have reminding me of my future. If everything you have keeps you in the past, there is no way you can move forward.                -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter 

Beyoncé

Beyoncé

 Who wants to be exposed like Beyoncé?

  •  She’s dealt with a lot of things the average person doesn’t deal with, so stop judging people you think you know, but know nothing about. 
  • From what I see, she’s caring, inspiring, motivating, imaginative, creative, she makes things happen and does things knowing the consequences 
  • She’s accused of all types of craziness, and has to deal with it

I feel like that’s the direction I’m headed. I don’t want to be famous, that’s not a desire at all, but I guess that may come with the territory. People take pride in being negative. If it comes, I have to deal with it too. 

  • I want the world to see my work. Why? Because I think it can heal people bringing them inspiration, happiness, hope and big dreams and just make people feel Good!!

-Reality Of A Preacher’s Daughter

Who am i

Who am i

I’m an artist, designer, innovator, skin enthusiast, chemist, songwriter, singer, poet, dancer, writer and proud to be married black woman with natural hair and accessories. It’s never been easy to be who I am, so I’ve kept myself hidden, on lock down to stay safe. Stay protected from the elements. Why hasn’t it been easy? You will read about that in the book…

Reality of a Preacher’s Daughter


Scared shitless

Scared shitless

Don’t want to make a decision because afraid that I’ll make the wrong one. But if I don’t make decisions I’ll end up like my father. 

I admire my father’s commitment to one job for over 25 years, but to think that he lost the job and came out with nothing is sad. 

My mother on the other hand rides with the wind. In my opinion, where the wind blows, she goes. 

I like stability. Creating a foundation to be grounded on. Using my passion to make money. I don’t want to waste my life. I hate wasting time and money.

 There is so much I want to do so I really hope these upcoming decisions change my life for the better. Either way, at least I’m moving forward. –Reality Of A Preacher’s Daughter

One Year Anniversary. I think I’m getting better

One Year Anniversary. I think I’m getting better

I started this blog one year ago to change my life. I never intended for this to be an ongoing thing, it just happened. Probably because I can finally get my point across uninterrupted. 

I despise telling someone something and they keep cutting me off. Shut up! I have something amazing to say lol. 

Now I use WordPress for conversation since I don’t really go out or have a lot of friends to talk to. That’s how the psychos get started right? Hahaha

This blog has been my way out. My way to vent what I really want to say, how I really feel. I don’t care who’s looking because you don’t know who I am… Unless I’ve told you. 

It’s not like I’m important anyway. News reporters aren’t trying to find the secret identity of this chick who writes music/poetry, has a small business, and is an artist who’s telling her life in a very emotional way.  Who cares.

I just like to get out my feelings. After spending my entire life “keeping my mouth shut” I finally have a voice. I don’t have to keep stuff in and have it fester into sickness and hate and suicidal thoughts. I can get this shit out right here on this Blog and I’m very grateful!! 

-RealityOfAPreachersDaughter 

“Lord Give me a sign”

“Lord Give me a sign”

There are things I really never understood until now. I wondered why people acted  and did what they did? Now I’m in those shoes and I see… I can’t judge because I don’t know someone’s struggles. I have my opinions, but opinions don’t matter right?

I felt like I’ve just gone nuts lately. I’m feeling the same way I was feeling this time last year. Outcasted, misunderstood, rejected, used, unappreciated, judged. I don’t care as much about people’s opinions anymore. It’s more about WHERE THE HELL IS MY LIFE HEADED. 

I get that people go through things for a reason and it can help others, but seriously. “Lord Give Me A Sign”!! Existing isn’t enough. It’s never been enough for me. I’ve expected more from myself. A lot more from my talents and I haven’t gotten myself there.  

So what’s the deal? I’m about to do a 90 degree turn. I’ve got to make some changes. 

This morning

This morning

It’s been a rough couple months for me. I’ve been actually scared, because of all the emotions,  that I was gonna make myself sick again. I can feel myself losing energy. Losing interest in life all together. It’s not like I have all the greatest relationships. There’s always something to deal with.  

Music and art have been my therapy. They give me peace. They make life easier. I guess it’s almost time to release song one. 

Reality Of A Preacher’s Daughter 

Am I alive?

Am I alive?

Ever felt that life is just a dream. Like life is just a puff of smoke dispersed in the air that millions of people inhale exhale. 

That dreams should be reality and reality should be dreams. I wish I could draw my life. I’m very good at being creative, but having a hard time creating a life beyond where I exist. It’s like I can’t move. As much as I work. Da hell am I doing wrong?

I’m back at being overly stressed and trying to keep it from going overboard. I already had to go to get checked a couple times in my life. Is rather not die without being and giving life everything. No one’s drama is worth my life. I can change the world with what I have to offer. I know it! 

But life can be a bitch. Life doesn’t want success for me, so I feel I have to push extra hard. Why do I have to try so damn hard to get from taking 10 steps backwards? Instead it’s 4 steps backwards with every push.

Why is my life a movie that has more downs than ups? I don’t know. I can’t understand what I’m doing wrong. I see people’s success all the time, but I’m missing something. Not sure what it is, but I will NOT give up because that’s not in my blood. I’m a soldier! And I will soon get my recognition. Not with out more blood, sweat and tears I’m sure.