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Procrastination Kills The Dream

For decades I’ve walked around with the dreams of a conglomerate floating around in my head . Just waiting…, waiting for alignment, waiting for advancement, waiting for a sign. Just waiting… Now here I am approaching my middle thirties with nothing to show for the dreams I mapped out so perfectly in my head but never executed. I know what people will say… dreams take time, you’re not behind, failures are redirections. The truth is though, that when I strip away the excuses, it’s procrastination, fear , and a little laziness that has kept me from really doing what I know I’m truly capable of.

Now, I’m not taking anything away from myself. I didn’t come up in an ultra-wealthy family that left an estate for me to grow up cushy on. But, I am the lineage of a man who defied all the odds of his time and did what he had to do to raise 8 children without complaint. A serviceman who gained a unique skillset and utilized that skill day in and day out to ensure his family always had what they needed. Coming from that, I always knew I was capable of anything… and the only thing that ever stopped me from achieving what I want was myself.

As time goes on and I gain wisdom, I’ve had an epiphany. It doesn’t really matter how perfectly you “do” life or how closely you follow the law of the land… life is about chance and alignment. You’ll never receive more than you allow yourself to be ready for. That’s why people who stay in dead end jobs, stay in them forever. They never seek anything more than the check that obliges their current needs. They never pursue the education required to achieve what they truly desire. & sadly, some just don’t believe they can do anything that’ll advance them beyond the bare minimum work that they are required to do to sustain their current lives.

It’s not something to be ashamed of… for African Americans like myself, it’s merely a feature of an unjust system. For hundreds of years, we’ve burned ourselves out being the best of the best in industries that built their riches on our expertise, but kept the compensation for themselves. We see it in the record contracts artists are coerced into signing at the inception of their careers. We see it in the athletes who sign their vitality away to decades old organizations before even beginning their second decade on Earth. We see it in the inventors and the scientists of history whose work was stolen and exploited. We see it, but we’ve taught ourselves that being a part of the system is better than the bloodshed and work that comes with creating a better one.

Much like in my own personal life, I find myself wondering how long we’ll wait. Will another generation go by where we haven’t grown beyond the economical and political circumstances that so deeply affect our lives on a daily? What does the future world look like for our children? Will they still have the bare minimum of free agency and opportunity that we have? We often forget just how close we are to the generations whose lives weren’t their own. In the “good ole days” and even now, slave labor props up the ultra wealthy. A system of underpayment, exploitation, and negligence boasts up multiple industries that pride themselves on morality.

Now that I’ve opened up my eyes to a different perspective in life (see my Awakening Era series), I’m realizing that community is and has always been where our strength lies and the solution to our deepest issues. Thus, why our society is so hellbent on keeping us all divided. In history, long before capitalism and Wall Street, people bartered and traded skills & goods without tender or conflict. The local egg farmer traded with the milkmaid and communities built trust with providers of the skills they desired directly. As capitalism progressed, we lost the true essence of that business relationship. Now, customers are just a number in a system, employees are just a cog in the machine, and the top executives are rapacious plutocrats loaded with riches. “The secret of freedom lies in educating peoplewhereas the secret of tyranny is in keeping them ignorant.” – Maximilien de Robespierre

In my own life, and in our society, the wake up call has passed. We know the systems of this society are not fruitful for anyone anymore. Personally, my adjustment starts with my career and trusting myself to do what I have to do to succeed. It means sticking to projects until the end, building community directly, and truly putting myself out there. Things I’ve struggled with in my human experience because of how protective I am of my essence. Ultimately though, our essence is our power. As much as we want to keep our essence locked away safely for ourselves, life really starts getting good when you stop being afraid of the world seeing you for who you truly are.

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Getting Comfortable

Being myself without the pressures of societal and familial expectations started out with me sitting in silence, alone, wondering who I am and what I wanted without those influences. Was college MY dream? Was I pursuing traditional monogamy because of MY desires or my indoctrination? Who was I outside of the titles that I carried daily… when I got home each day and stripped myself down to just me?

It was then that I realized I hadn’t really taken the time to learn and develop myself to my own standards. I wasn’t pursuing my dream job. I wasn’t wearing clothing and perfumes that I had REALLY chosen for myself. I wore what I liked, but mostly, what I thought others would like…. what I thought my conservative family with their piercing judgement may not make a negative comment about. What I thought would attract the type of men that I was “supposed” to attract. I wasn’t building towards the lifestyle I wanted. I was living in the reality that others seen for me.

Breaking free felt orgasmic… literally lol. I vibrated myself into oblivion. I shopped the stores for smells that pulsed off my body just the way I liked. I explored my kinks relentlessly. I donned different wigs to feel out which color felt like mine. I donated the clothes and furniture that weren’t my style. I developed my rituals according to my own desires. I finally showered myself with a kind of love I had never truly allowed myself to have…self-love.

Getting comfortable in my self-love wasn’t hard once I understood what it was and how it made me happy. It was hard for others. I had to set boundaries that cut people off from my expected empathy, unselfishness, and forgiveness. This angered some and made others distant. A few even disappeared. You never know how much a person truly values you until you can’t show up for them… whether it be the first time you’ve said no or the last time you said yes, some loyalty is always dependent upon transactions. For me? I had to let that go, no matter how much it hurt because either way it went… It was always me that was left carrying the pain.

I am throughly enjoying learning myself and growing into who I truly want to be. It’s not all shits and giggles though. It required letting the built up real, raw, heart wrenching emotion free. The disappointments, betrayals, and let-downs… I had to feel them before I could release them. But if I wanted to be comfortable… in my own skin, it was necessary.

Comfort isn’t just given or awarded to anyone. It’s yearned for… it’s earned. For the earliest half of my life, I was yearning… to just be me. Freely. But now, I am free…comfortably.

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Awakening Ebony

I’ve spent a lot of time staring at blankness. Blank pages in all the journals and notebooks with fancy covers that I’ve accumulated over the years… waiting for the words that align with the ones flying around in my mind to magically appear on the pages. Blank pages on computer screens… waiting for every story that lingers in my creative pockets to find its way out on its own. I’ve held back from so much in life… writing included. This year, I entered a phase of my life where I am refusing to keep holding back. I have to let go of all of my expectations and fears, and just live… Life is passing me by regardless of if I am nestled away comfortably in my shell or outside being the person I’m destined to be.

A lot has happened in the last few years. For the first time since 2013, I live alone. No roommates, no family, no man… just me and baby girl, day in and day out. For years, I carried around a deep anxiety that would sit in the pit of my stomach. It never seemed to go away entirely. If it wasn’t bellowing deep in my belly during a stressful situation, it was lingering behind when I was trying my absolute best to not feel it. I learned to suppress it as best I could, chalking it up to a social anxiety that I would just have to get used to carrying. Shockingly… as I grew into my new home, adding personal touches to make it my own, that pit began to melt away….

I found myself delving into passions that I had once forsaken for double employment, relationships, vices, and unresolved emotions. As I re-explored myself and my passions I was able to pinpoint things about myself that previously I wouldn’t have had the capacity to pay attention to. I was too busy being the listener for the talker, the do-er for the needy, and the friend that always put everyone else’s needs over her own. I lessened my light to make it easier for others to feel loved, heard, and comfortable around me. I never really got that in return… Now that I was living alone though, I could do anything and everything I ever wanted, without the weight of catering to another adult human being. I was discovering myself…

I’ve always know who I am, in a sense. But I never had the freedom to be my truest self without insecurity, judgement, or reservation. I kept myself from being the full extent of who I am deep down. I refrained from saying what I was really thinking. I’ve refused to go to places that I should’ve went. I am not doing that anymore.

In order to release and live, I needed to face myself. Throughout my years, I unknowingly carried traumas I didn’t even recognize. The largest being indoctrination. I believe everyone should have the freedom to express their love for God how they see fit. However, our society has brought us up to believe that everyone’s beliefs except their own are wrong. Without naming the organization (cause I’m just not ready for that yet), I too was the victim of a religion that enveloped me as a youth and warped my perspective of the world. Not to say that it was a bad religion or that it was evil. It just wasn’t what I believed in. I didn’t feel my connection to God through that type of congregation. But growing up in the midst of it, you learn that speaking up against it could get you in trouble you may not be ready for.

How did that indoctrination affect me in my youth? It kept me from self-love and self-pleasure. It shielded me from the real woes of life as a means of protection, which ultimately, just left me lost in the world. I knew the word of God and stories of the Bible, but that’s not the world I was met with. I couldn’t maneuver life healthily because I was taught that you had to remain perfect even though the world was doomed from the start. This crippled my emotions, my dreams, and my connection with the divine. Why was life even worth living if suffering, imminent danger, and death was the only thing guaranteed?

It took a lot of time, self-reassurance, and exploration to finally let go of the heaviness of doom that I carried around for most of my youth. It wasn’t until I had a seizure at 29 that I finally woke up to the fact that life was passing me by and I wasn’t happy. Immediately, I knew that I had to make changes and the first act of my newfound confidence was moving into my own place again (https://youtu.be/pWLY2Flg0wo?si=JRxyHfNnYGLZpDqQ).

I thank my home for giving me the space to breathe, create, wail, adjust, and live freely...

I am still on the journey of Awakening Ebony… and I am finally at a point where I feel I can share my journey with the world. I am finally ready to show the world who I am, without fear of retribution. Asè.

To be continued…

I dedicate this series of personal newsletters “Awakening Ebony” to my daughter, Araya. You are my reason to love and legacy in life. May you find all the tidbits in the world that I left to guide you as useful. Remember that whether in physical or in spirit.. I am forever beside you.