You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
My original due date, relayed to my teenage mother, was April 1st, however, I was two weeks late–while still in the womb, I knew I wouldn’t be anyone’s fool, and I was right.
I tell people all the time about how I was two weeks late coming into this world, but I’ve been on time ever since. And I make it my life’s work to NOT be anyone’s fool.
If I could dodge an April Fools’ due date, I can avoid being a habitual fool for anyone.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
I usually do not answer the daily prompt questions, but this one, I just could not pass up.
The best advice I have ever been given came from one of my older cousins who told me “Take life 15 minutes at a time.”
She stated this because I was having a horrible day that seemed as though it would seep into my weekend, and in her stern yet casual way, she simply let it roll off her tongue and it sunk in for me.
The well-known saying is “One day at a time”, but a full day is 24 hours. That is a HUGE CHUNK of time to try and press through without faltering or falling short of goals.
But to breathe and take on fifteen minutes at a time in life is a much better concept. And I have used this method for the last eight years.
My best friend likes to believe she was the one who told me this, but she was not. Lol! I distinctively remember my cousin with her no-nonsense speech and the swag of a Queen who held all the tricks in the palm of her hand tell me this bit of advice, and I shared it with my best friend.
Needless to say, I use it as advice for others who feel like they’re losing their way. I will typically say, “Breathe . . . and take life fifteen minutes at a time.” I also let them know my cousin lent the same advice to me and it works.
When I am steadfast in applying it and I give myself the grace I need, it truly works.
Maybe you will find this to be applicable for you and your life, too. I hope you will.
Do not try to tackle a full day at a time. Take it in little chunks–15 minutes. And breathe.
Autumn is finally here! Let’s celebrate that fact, shall we?!
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
That’s easy! It would say:
Black women are still here!
Why would I choose this as my message to drivers on the highways and byways, you may ask … well, oftentimes, I feel as though we aren’t seen or heard as much as we should be.
There are times it appears we have to yell all the top of our lungs for a whisper of our voices to reach another’s ears.
We’re all fighting. And one thing I know, we definitely will not give up easily.
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