Over the past couple months. I’ve completely redirected my energy. I changed my life. For YEARS I’ve focused my attention on everyone else. What do they need? What do they like? What do they want? What do I have to give them?
My thoughts are in a whole other place right now. Not that I don’t want to do for people. But from now on… self first. Without self, how the hell can I help anyone else. If folk don’t understand… 🤷🏽♀️ -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
People be acting funny… but then I wonder if I’m doing enough to see significant results. Maybe the way I’m doing things is the problem. Maybe I’m doing just fine but need to be patient. When money needs to be put in the account, you can’t just live off of patience.
So what are the next steps? The only thing I know to do, go harder and keep going -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I’m proud of the person I’m becoming. Making decisions to better me and my life.
It’s not always about everybody else. Everybody else doesn’t focus on yooouu!
It’s necessary to come into your own, hustle and grind to be the best YOU you can be. People won’t understand, you will have to take a break from people, you will have to make a lot of hard decisions, you’ll have to look like the mean person or bad guy. But it is what the Fuck it is.
When you get to the point to where you want it as bad as you want to to breathe… shit around you changes. The universe starts to align. It’s a process of adjustments, pain, separation, loneliness and feeling like you’re going crazy at times. You spend so much time alone that you start talking to yourself… or in my case, a podcast.
But my life is about to change! -💯 RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I was taught to be proud of who I am
I was also taught to be ashamed of who I am -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I’ve been trying to finish this book since 2015. It’s hard because this will be my first book, I feel like I halfway know what I’m doing, I’ve been threatened, I’ve been prayed for, it takes me to a dark place… but I can’t get this book out of my mind. –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Why the fuck does a parent have to have a conversation with their black son about what to do when/if they are approached by an officer.
I don’t have kids yet, and I can’t imagine having to tell my son to have your hands where an officer can see them at all times. Don’t talk back. Give them what they want. WTF kind of society is this?
Just don’t get how black People are chosen to be shooting practice. This shit has to change! –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I’m going through some things right now. I feel like the people around me have dwindled away. Good. I kinda like it. I need people who accept me for who I am, not who they think I am or who they want me to be.
Most people don’t know who I am, so I can say what I have on my mind without having judgmental people tell me what to do, or go tell my dad I’m writing about him. People are a fuckin trip! -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I want to know why. Why I think, communicate, react, Dream, function, care… or not, like I do.
In my search to find myself, I’ve learned more about my sign. It’s some real shit. My mom told me it’s witchcraft when I was younger, but how? The more I learn about myself, the more I can be a better person. I don’t want to know the future, I just want to be the best I can be today and everyday. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I feel stupid sometimes. Work hard, work hard, want to give up, bout give up, slow down, speed up. I’ve never given up, but sometimes I feel stupid trying to make up ways for exposure. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Been way too long
I didn’t just start anything I’m doing. I’ve been writing, dancing, drawing, making music and other stuff for years. Shits gotta change
I’m at the point where it’s either I’m gonna do it, and people are going to know who the fuck I am, or I’m not gonna do this shit any more. The latter is not a damn option
It is what it is –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter