You Got Too Much Stuff

I can always tell when I’m in line with my life path. The universe has little ways of letting me know, and I embrace them with open arms.

Most recently, I decided I would set my intentions on freedom. While that’s a broad term, I know what being free looks like for me. I can actually feel it.

A huge part of who I was as a person was trapped in what happened to me as a child. I was the living, breathing version of Erykah Badu’s “Bag Lady”. Like most Black women, I never unpacked. I continuously carried loads of baggage that didn’t apply to who I was, and it surely had no place in my future; some of it wasn’t even mine.

I started to focus my attention on becoming lighter. I no longer let the tragedies of my past dictate my present moments or movements. Some days, those old feelings of unworthiness try to take over, but I cannot allow those emotions to become stagnant. There is no need to be stuck where I no longer dwell. Consistently reliving my past without the intention of healing from it is redundant.

Make no mistake, I am not ashamed of what I’ve been through, but I am reclaiming my time! I am weightless, not oblivious. I am light.

Be better to yourself, sis. You deserve more. Those experiences shaped you, but I challenge you to not allow them to be your final form. You are beyond.