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Scared shitless

Scared shitless

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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

What will it take?

What will it take?

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How broke do you have to be to get yourself out of your comfort zone?

  • Car repossessed 
  • Evicted
  • No food
  • No gas money
  • Holes in clothes
  • Lost job
  • Electric cut off
  • Selling prized possessions 

We go through things to show us how strong we really are. It’s up to us to see the power in that and use it as fuel to change your life. 

Mistake? This blog?

Mistake? This blog?

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Yesterday I was reminded what my potential is. My life isn’t what I see, because this isn’t what I want and isn’t what I’m working for. I’ve been scared to finish the book and post my music because what people will think… But out of the 300 friends that I have on Facebook. 30 people probably actually read the posts and 2-8 people “like” it.  So why should I care. It’s a mistake to care so much about what People think. It holds us back from our true selves. The person who can really make a difference.  

Make mistakes. At least you’re trying. If it’s a mistake for me to be a business owner, preacher’s daughter, artist, older sister, wife and spill my life like this… I guess it is what it is. I will be successful anyway. 

My work is my life. My skincare line is my life. My art is my life. Writing is my life. These things balance me because I can be creative in different ways and I will use what I have to achieve the level of success I’m reaching for. Made a mistake and told someone what I’m striving for and they shot it all down. That’s why I keep my thoughts to myself. No one lives in my shoes and can do what I can because we are all different with different goals.  

 

Would you be my friend?

Would you be my friend?

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What no one knows is… they’d probably really want to get to know me lol. 

I feel like I’m a blessing to people’s lives, especially when they get to see the real me. I’m not your normal female or preacher’s daughter. I can be pretty fun, and I enjoy my own company. I have a great work ethic, love to laugh, passionate about what I believe in, and I’ve recently decided to stop hiding… Well outside of “Reality Of A Preacher’s Daughter”. 

I’m not afraid to try different foods.  I want to travel the world and take people with me. I’m careful about who I have in my circle. I’m analytical, but extremely creative and easy going. I love having small party’s. (It’s easier to control the atmosphere). I ❤️ coffee!!! And Starbucks  please. I try different coffee shops and the flavor just ain’t right… But I’ll keep trying.

  
I love supporting my family and friends to the point where I burnt myself out some time ago. Had to take a step back and focus on me. Never really had friends, maybe a couple. Mainly, just my mom and siblings. Sounds like a recipe for disaster right? A sheltered girl with a troubled childhood, no friends and all the things you’ll read about me in the book, all mixed up together. I’m surprised I’ve ended up the way I am. Hopeful, full of joy, fair, motivated… Everyone’s different. 

Now that I’ve given you some details…

  
It’s sad, but people’s resumes for friendship are on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Snapchat and other social media platforms. 

Please don’t take this too seriously… Unless you want to 🤔

Sleepless nights

Sleepless nights

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I can’t sleep at night. Not because I’ve had too much coffee, but because I wonder every day if I’ve hustled hard enough. Did I get enough completed today. Did I do enough art? Did I read enough? Did I write enough? Should I have made a song? Should I have made another skincare product? Did I promote myself enough on social media?

Laying down listening to my husband struggle to breath at night because of the construction job he has breathing dust and pollen all day. He’s had enough, but I’ve really had enough. My husband has to sleep sitting up! Damnit! I don’t think he realizes how much I hate his job. His potential is infinite, and he’s working there all day to barely pay bills. That’s why my hustle has gone to another level. 

“Less Sleep More Hustle”-Reality of A Preacher’s Daughter

Don’t Misunderstand my Grind

Don’t Misunderstand my Grind

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Everyday is about work. I feel bad when I watch tv because I know I can be hustling in some way. At times I wish things were a lot easier because I feel like I’ve struggled all my life. I guess this is just making a better story.

When I look at my life, right now, I feel like I’ve had more downs than ups. Not feeling sorry for myself, I’m good, I’ve had to adjust and make shit work. People have NO idea, not a clue what I’ve gone through. It makes it worst being a preachers daughter, hustling for EVERYTHING I’ve ever gotten. #Truth

I’ve been researching and teaching myself how to be a business person, create brands, understanding  what customers want and be authentic to who I am and what I stand for. So blogging is the ultimate way to get my feelings out instead of holding them in.

Mentors have taught me a lot over the past couple years and helped me realize a lot about myself. (These mentors have never met me, they don’t even know I exist, but they’ve helped me to get where I am) I’ve learned that hustling is more than doing something in secret for 50 years. Let me explain. My way outside of abuse was creating. I made many different types of artwork, danced, wrote, designed houses, created new hairstyles regularly… Whatever I could do to create something with what I had, and I didn’t have much. I kept it all in my room. I didn’t even hang art in my house when I was younger. My mom probably never even saw most of the work I did. Why? Why did I keep a large stack of drawings and paintings under my bed? Why was their pottery and sculptures on my floor?

Unfortunately, they are all gone now. You will read about that in my book.

But my hustle, my grind, is for people to know who I am and what I have to offer, because it’s better than good. I can’t worry about the lost art, I have to push forward. If people see me push past all the shit I’ve been through… Maybe that will encourage someone else. My decisions haven’t always been the best, and I don’t want people to judge my businesses off of that. You have to see the overall picture of what I stand for.

I stand for GREATNESS. Working until you achieve what you want. Hustle. Get your work seen. Be true to who you are no matter what people say or think. There will always be someone who doesn’t like you. Who cares!!! There may be 1,000 more piece whose lives you changed.

So the people who know me have seen me change my pace. I’m not going to wait to get seen and pray some celebrity posts a pic of my art or skincare on Instagram. I’m going to hustle my ass off to prove to myself that I can do it and help show the world that you can’t wait for anything Drop out the sky.

Remember, the richest place is and will always be the graveyard. Don’t add your contribution. -Reality Of A Preacher’s Daughter

I am NOT a Christian. 

I am NOT a Christian. 

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Ironically, I’m writing this on a Sunday. In the modern day “Christian” religion, it’s known as the Sabbath. 

When you’re a Christian, you’re suppose to remember to always choose the Bible first. Reading other books related to Christian history and other religious books can damage your views of “Christ” and the bible. Well at least that’s how I was taught. 

When I was a little girl, I remember saying “I’m not a Christian”. I never wanted to be. I watched “Christians” struggle, judge, lose themselves, hide, manipulate, hate, distort truth and consider themselves an untouchable  being. 

That’s not even all… Why in the world would anyone want to be like that? I recognized that as a little girl and decided I didn’t want to be “religious” or labeled to be anything other than myself. Now I recognize that even more. I’ve allowed myself to go a little deeper in the history of Christianity and learn history of Africa. Now I’m wondering what’s going on? Things aren’t adding up. I haven’t devoted enough time researching to talk about what I’ve learned so far, but to anyone with an open mind, you’d be wondering about “Christianity” too. 

As a “Preacher’s Daughter”, and growing up with strict teachings, people will say all types of things about the person I’ve become. 

“She’s a backslider” -What does that mean??

“She’s prodigal”

 “She’s running from her call” 

“Blasphemer” 

If my mom knew what I thought, she would be horrified and probably go on a fast for my soul. 

My dad would probably say since I don’t talk to him anymore I’ve turned my heart from God. There’s a word for that he’s use before and I can’t think of it. I remember! He would say I have a “reprobate mind.”

Bottom line, I hate religion. It’s because of how I was raised, but you will read about that in my book.

Happy Sunday!!